She sits there in her bedroom,
black hair hanging over her face,
she's crying, she's grieving, she thinks life is decieving,
her tears are the touch of lace.
She crys there every night,
her sorrows she holds down,
she doesn't believe in happiness,
she only believes in a frown.
'Why am I still here? ' she asks herself,
every single night,
she's down, she's blue, she hate to be new,
she feels she's lost the fight.
XxAmieLee xX
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emo-girl-3/
