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Emo?Emo?
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with tha

Emo

I don't understand
How you can sit back
How you can make your family cry
As you attempt to mesh with the fad

You don't know what pain is
You don't understand what it can do
You never felt true pain
Your soul was never ripped out of your throat

Try losing your family
Not just your boyfriend
To be torn apart from the arms of your mother
To see the dissapointed eyes of your father

Try struggling for food and shelter
Watching your children starve
Because you can't feed them
Because you can't take care of them

Try watching your child
Slash open their wrists
Because they think that reality didn't love them
You don't know true pai

Emo....Arms fold
Head bows
Legs curl
Tears flow

How can someone understand
what it means to be
alone?
One
person, one
girl.
Alone, in
a grasping darkness called
life.

She sits in her corner,
tears blurring
the world created
for her
by others.

Unloved, unexperienced,
naked, naive.
Innocent.

Death seems her only path,
her only
escape.
An easy way
out,
from the pain,
from the fear.

Redemption in a
blade.

Silver flashes
Crimson runs
Flesh whitens

Emo WhoreTears come to find my eyes
Why can't I find the courage to cry?
I can't live a moment without you
I'm trying to hold on to us
But you seem to let go of me
Nothing seems to go my way
I'm falling fast to the floor
They say that sticks and stones
Can brake your bones
But words can shatter your soul
Be careful with what you say
My soul is cracked near to brake
Nothing could ever fix me
I hold back the tears and try to hide
But I'm just another emo whore
I've been told to cheer up
But how can I when your not here
You say learn to let go
What is there to let go?
Don't tell me you love me
Show me you love me
I'm scared that time

Emo?I wear striped socks.
I listen to Lostprophets.
I sometimes wear a black tie with tiny little sculls on it.
I read books.
I'm not too pretty.
I eat chocolate when I'm depressed.
I sometimes feel as though
The only right thing to do
Is to crawl up inside of me and die
With Tori Amos in the background.
Am I Emo enough for you?

You wear everything striped lately.
You lined up your soul in black and white.
You hate pink.
You say that you hate it when people label you.

Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself?

Maybe you should stop looking down on girls because they wear pink.
Maybe they're being themselves

emoNo one knows till they taste it
No one cares till they lose it
No one bleeds till they live it
No one wants to admit it
No one can be without it
No one truly lives till they feel it

Emo

Emo is black.
Emo is red.
Emo is a love of darkness,
But always needing some light.
Emo is the way you look,
But more the way you are.
Emo is resisting the world
Because you can't stand routine.
Emo is loving everyone you know,
Even if sometimes you wish they didn't exist.
Emo is hurting yourself or your body
When deep down you really love them both.
Emo is making your own choices,
While relying on your friends to make it through.
But really, emo is not caring how fucked up you are,
Cause there are so many friends just as fucked up as you.
Emo isn't hate.
Emo is love.

Cuts

Cuts

I have cut myself.
Self Mutlilation,
A Gate....
A Gate to some form
Of Twisted Relief...

Twisted Relief that
Can Only Be Understood
By One.
Everyone Doesnt Know.

They Dont Understand
They Dont Care.
They Make fun of you.
Call you names...

Emo
Cutter
Bitch
Pussy...

If I end it...
With these cuts...
It will set me free...

cuts

ive counted the veins on my hands
wondering which one
i can cut right now
the first on the right hand?
no,it has too many scars
the third on the left?
no,it havent healed yet
so i have chosen
the second vein
on my right hand
this will be a deep painfull cut
the one that i want
becouse tonight i plan to die
i will make my last cut
just to see the blood flow out...

emo girl

Your Longing for death
but your not willing to leave life
happiness left
with out saying good bye

but don't cry emo girl
wipe your little tears
save them for another turn
you've survived all these years

stirring in the night
not being able to sleep
wondering with a fight
"why did it have to be me?"

and in your waking hour
you still have the same mine set
the feeling creeping over like a tower
"I wasn't ready to let him go yet"

but don't cry emo girl
wipe your little tears
save them for another turn
you've survived all these years

your parents fight every chance they get
but it happens to a lot of us
please don't forget

EmoA tear seems to fall from space
and land on her check.
It adds to a river
that falls off her chin.
The stain of blood on her sleeve,
She looks at her arm
with pulsing eyes she stares at the blood,
like her tears, running.
Afraid of her peers comments
labeling her for something she is not.
Emo, the word rang sourly.
The tears ran faster,
as though racing the blood.
Her black hair clings to her face,
and again she cuts.
One for the laughter,
Once for the looks,
another for her pain,
Her arm pulsing,
One for the names,
One more for the pushing.
She watches her pain drain from her arm.
She smiles, then thinks,
they will pu

Emo PoemsYou make me smile when I feel suicidal,
You made me grin when I downed the gin.
Bottoms up, half a cup,
Poisoned with an Overdose of pills.

That sadistic smile's been haunting me for a while.
He wanted me to perish so him I couldn't cherish.
He took my love and sent him above,
But I fear I'll be going the other Way.

Shadows creeping on the wall, they all hate me after all,
They did this to my soul, now they have reached their macabre goal.
Gun to my head, I feel slightly dead,
No matter what's Before me.

Perfume with blood, spots on my hair,
My life is torturous, too much to bear.
Alone I cry, alone I die,
Misery has left me Co

emo girlYou never hear me
When I scream
You never see me
When I bleed
You never warm me
When I'm cold
You wouldn't care
If I died...
You don't even know
That I'm dead inside

The Depressed IntellectualMost people will never think,
Never question,
Never Feel.
I rue them this,
Even as I envy it.

I feel.
Pain is a Feeling.
Feeling is Pain.
What's it like
Not to feel Pain?

But I think,
Therefore I feel.
My thoughts race,
And so does my heart.
It has no end,
It has no start.

Perhaps,
thinking,
feeling,
Depression,
This is all a Disease
Of the Intelligent.

EmoCries
Cries
Cries
Stops crying
Cries again
Wears a girls shirt
Cries because that girl left
Feels sensitive
Cries
Cries
Should get shot so their mother can be Emo.
And so I can laugh for a little wile

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Emo

by ~blackxxxkeyblade, Dec 21, 2007, 5:47:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

So what if I'm emo?
So what if I cry?

I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.

So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile

I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?

Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?

Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.

Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.

These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to cry.

I know Im not perfect,
I'm sure you will agree

But I am so very positive,
as positive as can be

That Im not like you,
Oh dont make me laugh!
I dont spend hours on my make-up's mask

I'm totally self-confident,
Ill smile for all to see.

Because the great thing about being emo,
Is that I am happy, with just being me.

Dont be afraid of who you are.

Emoby ~blackxxxkeyblade

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

* 2011 EDIT *
I feel I should be smacking a disclaimer on this saying: "WARNING: WRITTEN BY A 13 YEAR OLD GIRL 4 YEARS AGO"
Please, guys. I understand that the term 'emo' still demands debate and discussion, but slating me for it when I'd written it at 13-14 years old is silly. Having said that, it doesn't mean I am not proud of this Poem, because I am, I just want people to know that I was young and my views have slightly changed now I'm 16. I'm more accepting of everybody so please, enjoy, but don't hate on every emo out there.

I only literally just came up with this after seeing many emo-haters comments on things and this is a little poem for anyone out there who is really having problems with those kinda people out there. Yes, I am alittle bit emo, and I am proud. I dont want to look like a barbie girl thats come out of a manufactured company so here you go, the product of an angry mind lolz! its very short and it you have a problem with this them please comment and tell me just dont flame emos, flame me ok? alright please read on if you havent or thank you for reading if you have bye!

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~Kerriecat 6 hours ago New member

Very true very brave to say it to everyone

~MoonlightFeathersMLP 2 days ago New member

this totally describes me

!UniSolo May 7, 2013

Emo? es la traducion algo asi como en español Memo? podria ser sin embargo hay muchas manera de clalificar a una persona , a mi tambien me llamaron FRIKI, y sin embargo pienso que eso es ENVIDIA de la gente.