Emo

Cuts are up and down my arm,

tears are sprung from death,

innocence is flawless, sure,

and it's never out of breath,

 

emo as a girl can be,

it's trouble from the start,

when love is deadly, that's for sure,

and ripped to shreds--my heart,

 

the hardest part of living life,

is knowing that you're wrong,

or when your life is burning, broken,

seems to hurt too long,

 

blood is seeping, heart is beating,

addiction's way too strong,

finding ways to learn myself,

and know where I belong,

 

who am I and who are you,

and what shall I do next,

where will I go if I die,

cuz' life is too complex,

 

it's not fair nor is it right,

to hurt myself, my life,

to break away from love and hope,

and cut it with a knife,

 

I'm an emo, I hurt myself,

I know that it's not right,

but if it's pain that bothers me,

when will I see the light?

 

Please don't judge me, please don't try,

to break me--make me see,

cuz' life is something I can't fit,

I don't know what to be.

 

Author's Note

jlkhu

Reviews

[Kire|Kira]

I like the rhyming....*Sighs* Sounds like my friend, he's a bit depressed..and your poem sounds like something he would say...