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posted by iluvtheoffice12
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
the wrists are slit the job is done
the wrists are slit the job is done
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posted by Mallory101
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

I cry for the time that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry for the times I thought I had you

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal Sometimes you can't always see The pain someone feels

Whats the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away?

Every night i talk to the stars pretending its you.. it acts just like you tho.. far away and never replies to my questions

Why do people tell you to believe in what you...
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posted by love_music45362
i sit and watch the blood drip down
all the reminders of the past
the past is the past
but what will the future bring?

more pain to come
life's full of pain
no way to hide from it
no escaping it

but what good will this do?
just watching the blood
you feel like
nobody understands you anymore

your trying to find yourself
in this world of confusion
the pain the world brings
has no end

you look at your wrists one last time
you think of the pain you've felt
you wipe the blood away
and tell yourself, no more

you stop the bleeding
stop it for good
you think to yourself
'what good did this do?'

*this is just a poem i wrote while i was bored and i know its not good but...oh well(: *
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