Broken Dreams
Drowning in a darkness
Of deep despair
Believing the lies I hear
And seeing truths not there ...
Drowning in a darkness
Of deep despair
Believing the lies I hear
And seeing truths not there ...
I know how you feel. I'm sorry you feel like that because I know what you're going through. I'm trying to become better myself. People don't understand EMO'S like myself...
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they call me emo and they call me goth.
they see no difference and they never stop.
their voices replay all the time.
I can't help it (fast forward...rewind)...
This is almost what I went through. I laughed at "emo" people, then I saw how stupid I was. After I changed, my "friends" laughed at me and the guy we picked on the most is now my boyfriend...
I hear them calling my name,
But how do I respond? I am so ashamed.
I watch as my friends tease and laugh
At something that is so unfortunate.
I've been cutting since I turned 13. I can't even hide my sadness any more. Each day is a new battle. I just wish I could be happy just for one full day.
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Children used to laugh
and play,
but then the joy
faded away.
I also do the same thing. I'm always in my room, on my bed lying. But I don't cry. A lot of the time I'm tired of crying, and I don't stay in the dark because I'm afraid of dark, but I am...
Time is wasted day after day.
I sit with people I don't understand, people I don't belong with.
As I look at the people I do belong with, I am intimidated.
I feel as though there is a line that I can never cross
Right now I'm going through the same think, I'm in school with so called friends but they don't get me because their lives are perfect they don't have to think about when life has taken away...
My head is messed up,
like my brother's room.
Life is so confusing.
I feel doomed.
This poem made me remember when my parents were fighting and I was crying it made me remember all those hard times my sister and I had to suffer we were so confused and lonely, but now are in...
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How can you lie to yourself
Each time you say you don't
Need his trust? You've never
Had it before; why do you
I have a somewhat similar problem with my dad. But instead of good things, he says bad things. For instance, I love to sing and people compliment my singing, when he hears me, he tells me its...
There are the days when I'm just oh so happy.
Ecstatic, on top of the world.
Amazed that I feel so light, careless...walking on air with these angels..
Yet, something is always missing.
This is like my life all the time. This poem speaks to me, because it describes my world. I have that angel that never leaves. But when its there it can be pure torture most of the time too....