emo

Thunder crashes,
mam cries,
dad shouts,
brother moans,
sister hides,
dog barks,
cat meows,
paremedics are coming and they'll always be coming cos i wont stop cutting my wrists.

Doctors patronize,
nurses tut,
people criticize,
kids stare,
police investigate,
teachers nag,
friends worry,
social workers came, they've came to take me away cos I didn't stop cutting my wrists.

I hoped tu like this poem even though it doesn't rhyme.
It still needs loving just like tu and I.

When tu can't understand,
why everyone wants to hurt you,
they don't like the fact that tu can,
do everything better then they can do.

So you're an emo and tu cut your wrists,
that doesn't make tu strange,
tu get angry and clinch your fists,
when people try to make tu change.

tu may wonder why,
people want to help,
cos they know that tu want to die,
and that soon you'll kill yourself.

I don't care if someone thinks I'm wrong,
when I say that all emos are,
the best damn people in the world,
and the sexiest por far. :) xx

I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore

A fragile frame aged
With misery
And when our eyes meet
I know tu see

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
I may seem crazy
o painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If tu would just look me in the eye
I feel alone here and cold here
Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
Pain
I am not alone
I am not alone

I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore

But I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I found it when
I was cut