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I wrote this poem during my English class. I was cutting myself pretty deep and crying my hardest. I wrote this poem out of depression. I hope you like it.
Emos Have Feelings Too
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Melany Jackson
Emo's have hearts and feelings,
they cut themselves
that's why there always bleeding,
Emo's have hell in their lives
that's why they always cry,
people say their "stupid",
people say their "dumb"
but nobody knows that I am one.
with our layered cuts and highlighted hair,
you'll catch us in the streets
we are everywhere.
some Emo's really want to die
that's why they are always trying to commit suicide.
please help them
there's not much time!!
hurry before they lose their lives!!
please help them
before its too late!!
or would you rather
have a heart full of hate??
Emos Have Feelings Too by Melany Jackson @FamilyFriendPoems
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they cut themselves
that's why there always bleeding,
Emo's have hell in their lives
that's why they always cry,
people say their "stupid",
people say their "dumb"
but nobody knows that I am one.
with our layered cuts and highlighted hair,
you'll catch us in the streets
we are everywhere.
some Emo's really want to die
that's why they are always trying to commit suicide.
please help them
there's not much time!!
hurry before they lose their lives!!
please help them
before its too late!!
or would you rather
have a heart full of hate??
Emos Have Feelings Too by Melany Jackson @FamilyFriendPoems
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sarrah rose woodall Posted on Wednesday, May 06, 2009
It always feels like people are judging you for the pain you have. They hate us for hiding behind our hair. They hate us when then see our wrists. They never think about what their disgusted looks or words really do to us inside.
I love you poem and I hope that those who judge us read this.
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