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 por 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 por 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
