hey so i dont really rite poetry, im not reely tht great at xpressing my feelings persay X-D but i figured id take a stab at it. i dont no if i wud necesarily call my self emo i meen i guess i thnk like an emo and lisin to emo bands and other emo steryotyped things *cough cough* but i dont dress the part wich ive noticed is a big thing for some people so idk call me watever te fuck u want. i do like to write and im sitting here at around 4 in the morning lisining to marilyn manson and i figured fuck it ill write sum poetry. so ill stop talking bull shit and jst write it hows tht :) here it is (p.s. dont blame me if it fuking sux)
staring at my arms ther are scars of moments past
my long blond hair hangs in my eyes
the pale white scars from a mind harased
a boy who cuts insted of cries
what the fucks the point!!!???
why do we live this life???!!!
ur hoping an afterlife? i hate to disapoint
i curse every religion as i pull out my knife
wat reasons do i have to live each painful day
the only thing tht comes to mind is music
to lisin and to play
but how will tht suffice no i need a specific
its happiness i need
but how to get it in this fukd up world
so i cut myself i watch it bleed
and my troubles all unfurll
i focus on the pain
it takes my grief away
for seconds my depression slain
but after tht my life is again grey
i make a decision
im ready to do it
goodbye cruel world
and eveything in it
the wrists
are slit
the job is done
my geath is pitied by none
staring at my arms ther are scars of moments past
my long blond hair hangs in my eyes
the pale white scars from a mind harased
a boy who cuts insted of cries
what the fucks the point!!!???
why do we live this life???!!!
ur hoping an afterlife? i hate to disapoint
i curse every religion as i pull out my knife
wat reasons do i have to live each painful day
the only thing tht comes to mind is music
to lisin and to play
but how will tht suffice no i need a specific
its happiness i need
but how to get it in this fukd up world
so i cut myself i watch it bleed
and my troubles all unfurll
i focus on the pain
it takes my grief away
for seconds my depression slain
but after tht my life is again grey
i make a decision
im ready to do it
goodbye cruel world
and eveything in it
the wrists
are slit
the job is done
my geath is pitied by none
Why
© Keiasia Harris
Why am I different?
Why did you pick me?
why did you take my hope,
my pride and virginity?
was it my fault?
Was it meant to be?
Did I do something wrong?
Someone please help me.
I was young and hopeless with
no one to turn to.
I just wanted to be loved or even rescued!
Drugs was the only way to cope,
it was the only way to feel free,
to feel relieved.
Who am was I?
an outrage waiting to happen?
Who am I?
a destroyed teen with nothing to live for!
What am was I?
a disappointment, and disgrace?
What happened to me?
How did I get this way?
All I wanted was to be normal,
and to feel loved.
All I wanted was happiness without drugs!
I'm all alone with no one to hear,
I had no one to turn to.
my father was never around and my mother
never really made a sound. I had to cope on my own.
But now I feel that I grew to be very strong.
Source: Why, Rape Poems link
© Keiasia Harris
Why am I different?
Why did you pick me?
why did you take my hope,
my pride and virginity?
was it my fault?
Was it meant to be?
Did I do something wrong?
Someone please help me.
I was young and hopeless with
no one to turn to.
I just wanted to be loved or even rescued!
Drugs was the only way to cope,
it was the only way to feel free,
to feel relieved.
Who am was I?
an outrage waiting to happen?
Who am I?
a destroyed teen with nothing to live for!
What am was I?
a disappointment, and disgrace?
What happened to me?
How did I get this way?
All I wanted was to be normal,
and to feel loved.
All I wanted was happiness without drugs!
I'm all alone with no one to hear,
I had no one to turn to.
my father was never around and my mother
never really made a sound. I had to cope on my own.
But now I feel that I grew to be very strong.
Source: Why, Rape Poems link