its only monday but i gravely wish it was wednesday so i could see him again

no comment on my emo poems?????? :((((((((((((

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 this 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??

I look out the window and what do I see? Except for a better version of me? He did the right were I did the wrong So, I’m the one that wrote this song I’m here soaking up regret in the air You died thinking I never did care I wish I would’ve made the right choices Now it’s too late, but I hear the voices Saying all I should’ve said I never knew you would end up dead If I could have one last moment with you I would die to let you know I love you too The three seconds it would have took to make that call To show how much I cared after all So if you were here what would you ask of me? I just want to know what you would want me to be If you were here would you be proud? But now you’re lost in the grim reapers shroud You were the one that taught me right And you were stole away in the middle of the night Now I lay awake in bed With thoughts of you in my head Why didn’t I say that four letter word? If only you hadn’t died before you heard I was so wrong and now I see You only wanted the best for me So as I lay here seeing you now I only wish I could tell you somehow That even though the call you awaited never came I did and do love you all the same And now I only wish I could have seen the light As I look out the window on this fateful night

Rain, rain, go away, Because of you the pain will stay. Slit my throat, cut out my heart, Leave me here, tear it apart. Poison tears stream down my face, My heart beats at a steady pace As I try to stand again; Alone and standing in the rain. I don’t need you anymore … Is what I think while tears pour. I hate you like I hate my life; But love is what cuts like a knife. Love is death and death is you; Its pain stains like a black tattoo. Those memories come back again And bind me in the ropes of pain. Crimson blood streams down my head Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread, To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull… ... Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.

From start to finish I wonder why
The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms:-

"The emo" they call ..........

wow maybe i am crazy...............IN BED!!!!!!!

From start to finish I wonder why The cuts look good in this messed up lie The blood that trickles down my arm People all stare at the girl who self-harms:- "The emo" they call me I turn to my name They act out slicing their wrists I hang my head in shame I can't help my feelings Of being alone I hide myself for the day Just longing to go home I sprawl on my bed With my razor in hand And take myself away To a much better land I stare in the mirror And let myself cry Looking forward to the day That I finally die Source: "The Emo" They Call Me, Cuts For A Life, Emo Poem http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/the-emo-they-call-me#ixzz1buZzZ8uu Best Teen Poems

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... i wanna be naked and your wasted ha mee too