I made this to inform everyone that not all emo's are cutting, gay people. Most are just sensitive kids who deal with problems. Personally I am not emo although I do like the fashion/music.
Please enjoy...
People think emo's are gay... That's not true. Not all emo's are like that.
Many people think emo's are cutters... This is also not true. Emo's are people who let their emotions run freely.
Many people believe that emo's are just self pity parties. This is not true. Emo's are just not as social as other people. So they don't like to talk to people they don't know.
Many people believe that emo's dress the way that they do because they are attention seekers. This is not true. They dress this way because they think it shows a little bit of personality in the way they dress...
"Cheer Up Emo Kid =("
"Emo! D="
"Dare To Be Different <3"
"Emo <3"
"Emo Is Love..."
"My Heart Still Bleeds For You"
"I Gave You My Heart"
"Emo-ticon"
"So Much Pain Behind These Eyes"
"Caution: I am emo"
Please enjoy...
People think emo's are gay... That's not true. Not all emo's are like that.
Many people think emo's are cutters... This is also not true. Emo's are people who let their emotions run freely.
Many people believe that emo's are just self pity parties. This is not true. Emo's are just not as social as other people. So they don't like to talk to people they don't know.
Many people believe that emo's dress the way that they do because they are attention seekers. This is not true. They dress this way because they think it shows a little bit of personality in the way they dress...
"Cheer Up Emo Kid =("
"Emo! D="
"Dare To Be Different <3"
"Emo <3"
"Emo Is Love..."
"My Heart Still Bleeds For You"
"I Gave You My Heart"
"Emo-ticon"
"So Much Pain Behind These Eyes"
"Caution: I am emo"
Zacery...Kaley...
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 you like this poem even though it doesn't rhyme.
It still needs loving just like you and I.
Playground, schoolbell rings again. Rainclouds come to play, again. Has no one told you, she's not breathing? Hello, im your mind, giving you someone to talk to, hello.
If i smile and dont believe, soon i know, i'll wake from this dream.
Don't try to fix me, im not broken!
Hello, im the lie living for you, so you can hide, dont cry.....
Suddenly i know, im not sleeping, hello, im still here!
.....all that's left.....of yesterday......
Hey everyone. Just wanted you to know about this song, even if you dont know what its about, somehow it makes you feel sad...... Just look up the song and you will know what i mean.....
If i smile and dont believe, soon i know, i'll wake from this dream.
Don't try to fix me, im not broken!
Hello, im the lie living for you, so you can hide, dont cry.....
Suddenly i know, im not sleeping, hello, im still here!
.....all that's left.....of yesterday......
Hey everyone. Just wanted you to know about this song, even if you dont know what its about, somehow it makes you feel sad...... Just look up the song and you will know what i mean.....
Nothing Remains
© Joni Jefferson
Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight
Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere – holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood – sweat – on my clothes
Hatred – confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, year after year
No longer a child – only an object
Silence – no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue – goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen – innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone – the child is dead
Nothing else remains
Source: The Child Is Gone – The Child Is Dead, Rape Poems link
© Joni Jefferson
Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight
Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere – holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood – sweat – on my clothes
Hatred – confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, year after year
No longer a child – only an object
Silence – no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue – goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen – innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone – the child is dead
Nothing else remains
Source: The Child Is Gone – The Child Is Dead, Rape Poems link
