Emo Kid
There's no blame
There's no aids
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the mouth
Of a thousand lies
Just memory came
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
And go of what I've done
But to rest
What thought of me
While the silence of this stare
With the hands of uncertainty
A black and white sketch of a young man with dark, messy hair and an intense expression. The text is written in a handwritten, slightly distressed font. This graphic would be used as a profile decoration or a mood piece on a personal blog.
