Emo She Is

i cannot be you, i can only see through you, into them. i see what you do, with her, with him, your self and me. i see you from the perspective that you never used, you see. abused to cut, into me, when the splash, is you, in her. i see through your mirror, you sucking me, how can you do it, to me, to you, inside running out from me, it can see the blue white gash on my head, i see you upside down on deaths bed the blood dropps drip up through the air. your middle once pink, now clings wet, from the sweat of abuse that she slings upon your face, her shame, yet once again the wooden tree slides down and up between onto the screen of loves, troubled blank gaze your blackness is her day, her cat is your friend, wear him in deaths, last kiss.