'I can't do it anymore!
They say such mean things.
I can no longer breathe with this pain.
I'm gasping and choking and vomiting.
God, why can't they just stop?
Can't they just accept...
Accept that I love another man?'
'Life is cruel, but I am your freedom.
Taste the lavender of my beauty.
I am flawless, I am kind.
Sink your teeth deeply into my bones.
Run your drying tongue against my neck.
Feed on the power that I offer your pain.'
'They hear but they do not see;
the breaking of my tender heart.
Am I grounded from love?
Is society so one minded?
I have no answers, but so many questions.
I long... so desperately long for
Emo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
Literature
Emo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry
Outcasts they tend to call us,
The wierd ones,
The freaks.
But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones
With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses
Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight
[batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before]
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Beethoven
And tears at dusk
And singing to the stars
At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in
Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
Turn ar
When life gets tough,
You get your knife.
When life just sucks,
You take your life.
When you have problems,
When no one cares.
The scars on your arms.
All the stares.
The blade of the knife
Held up to your wrist.
The blood leaking out.
Your hand in a fist.
There is no pain.
You do not start.
Nothing compares
To the pain in your heart.
If you're in the mood
You might get artistic.
Carve a morbid message
"I am sadistic."
"I hate"
"Life sucks"
"Screw the world"
Most don't understand
What it's like to suffer.
"There are people in the world worse off than you."
Do you care?
Oh no.
You're apathetic.
Emotionless.
Indiff
Fake smiles
Fake kindness
Fake compassion
Fake me
Adds all around
Generic presents to give
Boredom and happy masks
Hiding our rotten souls from sight
It's sad
It's heartbreking
But I have no tears left
They were all shed
Long ago
As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
And ...
Bam
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
Once upon a mystery
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.