To all the Emos out there....
Two slits on my wrists
To hide.
Two slits on my wrists
Whose blood subsides.
Leaving two scars on my wrists
Forever left behind.
Blood paints my skin,
As I cut away my sins,
Of hate and depression.
I feel pain for once,
That won't last long,
Because I sing my song,
Of death and pain,
With joy because I gain,
Peace...
I feel no love.
I feel no joy.
Only feelings of
The pull to destroy,
What is left of my soul,
Which is as dark as coal,
And end my life forever.
I toy with the minds,
Of people who find,
That I am not the same,
As I used to be.
And as I explain,
The tragedy,
That led to my change,
They recognize my life,
As unworthy.
So forever I sit,
Alone in this world,
Cutting away,
To my death,
Cutting away,
To my last breath.
Two slits on my wrists
To hide.
Two slits on my wrists
Whose blood subsides.
Leaving two scars on my wrists
Forever left behind.
Blood paints my skin,
As I cut away my sins,
Of hate and depression.
I feel pain for once,
That won't last long,
Because I sing my song,
Of death and pain,
With joy because I gain,
Peace...
I feel no love.
I feel no joy.
Only feelings of
The pull to destroy,
What is left of my soul,
Which is as dark as coal,
And end my life forever.
I toy with the minds,
Of people who find,
That I am not the same,
As I used to be.
And as I explain,
The tragedy,
That led to my change,
They recognize my life,
As unworthy.
So forever I sit,
Alone in this world,
Cutting away,
To my death,
Cutting away,
To my last breath.
Sanctuary
Fate has caused me all this pain
Inside I bare these scars
That will not heal
Please help me feel
All the love I was denied
I've tried to find sanctuary in myself
Why can't I find the truth of it all
Left behind in darkened times
Will I rise or will I fall?
But in the end its all the same to me
This curse inflicted upon my heart
Has gone and left me all alone
No one can justify
The cruelty i've known
Will I ever be the same again?
I've tried to find the sanctuary in myself
Why can't I find the truth of it all
Left behind in darkened times
Will I rise or will I fall?
But in the end its all the same to me
Is this the answer to all thay is real?
Can pain really be love?
Is life too cruel to feel?
Why can't I find the truth of it all
Left behind in darkened times
Will I rise or will I fall?
But in the end its all the same to me
Fate has caused me all this pain
Inside I bare these scars
That will not heal
Please help me feel
All the love I was denied
I've tried to find sanctuary in myself
Why can't I find the truth of it all
Left behind in darkened times
Will I rise or will I fall?
But in the end its all the same to me
This curse inflicted upon my heart
Has gone and left me all alone
No one can justify
The cruelty i've known
Will I ever be the same again?
I've tried to find the sanctuary in myself
Why can't I find the truth of it all
Left behind in darkened times
Will I rise or will I fall?
But in the end its all the same to me
Is this the answer to all thay is real?
Can pain really be love?
Is life too cruel to feel?
Why can't I find the truth of it all
Left behind in darkened times
Will I rise or will I fall?
But in the end its all the same to me
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.
When you can't understand,
why everyone wants to hurt you,
they don't like the fact that you can,
do everything better then they can do.
So you're an emo and you cut your wrists,
that doesn't make you strange,
you get angry and clinch your fists,
when people try to make you change.
You may wonder why,
people want to help,
cos they know that you 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 by far. :) xx
why everyone wants to hurt you,
they don't like the fact that you can,
do everything better then they can do.
So you're an emo and you cut your wrists,
that doesn't make you strange,
you get angry and clinch your fists,
when people try to make you change.
You may wonder why,
people want to help,
cos they know that you 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 by 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 you 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
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you 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
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 you 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
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you 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
