Silt your wrist look at the crimson colored liquid drip from
your wound to the blade that tear your skin apart. Then think to
yourself why do you feel unloved, then cry, because no one on this
earth ever cares for you. You are better off dead.
But that's not what I do when I am emo. 
I just plug in to some screamo, post-hardcore, hardcore,
alternative or metalcore with depressong lyrics and sing along with
it and shout like mad when they shout.
