I am depression
You know me for destroying people's lives
My mother is the drugs you take to ease your pain
My father is the pain you feel everyday...
Emo Poems - Page 3
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Life Is My Enemy
I am depressionFeatured Shared Story
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They Call Me Emo And They Call Me Goth
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)...Featured Shared Story
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...
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....Featured Shared Story
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....
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.Featured Shared Story
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.
The Emo Side
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 crossFeatured Shared Story
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...
Going From Happy And Joyful To Self-Harm
Children used to laugh
but then the joy
faded away.Featured Shared Story
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...
My head is messed up,
like my brother's room.
Life is so confusing.
I feel doomed.Featured Shared Story
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...
He Says I Love You
How can you lie to yourself
Each time you say you don't
Need his trust? You've never
Had it before; why do youFeatured Shared Story
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...
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