My whole world is crumbling, falling apart
the worst of it is: it's just the start.
I lie in my bed just like all the others
Alone with my thoughts, hiding under the covers.
From start to finish I wonder why
I carry on this messed up lie.
"The Emo" that's my new name
as the bullies walk past I hang my head in shame.
I hate these feeling of being alone
I hide myself away longing for a home.
I sit on my bed with a blade in my hand
and take myself away to a new land.
I stare in the mirror and watch myself cry
Dreaming for the day I finally die...
I know I shouldn't like this poem, but the way you wrote it and how you expressed your emotion/thought, it sounds very relatable to my life. My parents are still here, but it feels like I'm...
The Emo That's My New Name
Published: March 2014
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I think that's the worst part. I promise you'll start not thinking about your depression and at some point (it will take time, of course) you'll feel better and you are going to meet people that will understand you and be friends with you. I've been there myself, and I know it will happen to you, too. Please talk to me if you want and you're feeling lonely. Take care xx