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Perfectly insecure,
With scarred wrists and red eyes.
Ready to drown the sound out,
Do I wish I would die and end the madness?
Would I join the Black Parade?

Could I go,
Away from this hell,
A mess of destruction.
Demolition kisses from my demolition lover.

They took the light behind my eyes,
They made the world seem ugly.
I fought back the tears and the awful words,
To the point of explosion.

But I am a killjoy.
I cheer for revenge.
I wear my eyeliner with pride,
And so do we all.

Just a poem.