The world around me is dark,
And there’s nothing to do,
You stabbed me in the back,
Is that all you can do?

I sit in the dark,
And I cut myself,
I don’t cry,
There’s no point,
I used to scream,
But not no more,

You probably think
That I’m a dill
But really I’m not
I’m just different to you

They call me emo
What’s that mean?
Everyone knows
I slit my wrists
I listen to scream-o
And I wear dark clothes

Does all this make me emo?
I guess so…
But I care,
I love,
But barely ever cry…
You made me do this,
The day you started to touch,

That day you lied me down,
And then tryed,

You denied it all,
You said I was wrong,
But I know what happened,
When where, what time,
And most of all how,

No one believed me,
They didn’t give a f**k,
Its been stuck in my head for years,

You always drink,
You always smoke,
You always look at me,

The day you did that
Is the day I died,
You took my life away,
That day you tried,

I now hate you,
You know why,
I told a friend, and they said OK.

black broken heart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/its-all-your-fault-3/