Emo? I think notSo, because I have cuts on my wrists, arms, legs, hips and stomach, I am Emo.Think again,Emo is for losers with nothing better to doEmo is a fad that people follow because it's "cool" to cut yourself.Emo is a label applied to everyone who self harms, whether they are or notEmo is a derogatory term used by teenagers to make fun of cuttersEmo is a word belonging only to those who have no REAL reason to be sad.I, my friend, am a cutter...Being a cutter is feeling completely worthless.Being a cutter is feeling like your heart has been ripped to bloody shreds, without it's constant beat ever ceasing.Being a cutter is not wanting to get up in the morning because you feel like no one would give a fuck if you weren't there.Being a cutter is not knowing where you get the strength to continue living.Being a cutter is considering suicide as the only way things will ever get any better.Being a cutter is wishing for a serious accident to land them in the hospital to see if anyone cares
Is My Heart Broken?I don't understandWhy my heart beats the way it doesWhen I see your smiling face.
For him.For the guy who told her in his native tongue,For the guy who tells her every day,For the guy who holds her close,For the guy who does because he's scared to lose her,For the guy who can admit that,For the guy who would die for her,For the guy who's cried for her,For the guy who holds her hand,For the guy who knows she's perfect,For the guy who knows she's everything to him,For the guy who lost her,For the guy who lost his mind for her,For the guy who sacrificed,For the guy who knows she couldn't love him as much as he loves her,For the guy who stayed anyway,Thank you.For the guy who doesn't tell her often enough,For the guy who said it but didn't know if he meant it,For the guy who's lost without her,For the guy who doesn't know what to say,For the guy who doesn't know how to feel,For the guy who doesn't know he made her feel,for the first timein a long time.For the guy standing outside her door,searching for the words,Now you know what to do.......
My MaskSo many nights with the razor to my wristso many scars that turn and twistshowing the pain, hurt and deceiteach and every day, doomed to repeatMy facade has been builtI wear my mask, but with guiltwhy is it so hard to break down and cryit hurts too much, even to tryMy true self hidden behind a wallto climb, its much too tallbreak it down slowly, chip it awaymaybe I'll be free one day
I love you (though you'll never know)You've been sweet to me these days,though I ambroken glass and prickling skinpupils diluted in the midday darknesstic symptoms and bones bentyou've beenvery sweet these days.(I know why, though I play oblivious.)Smelling of sweat and sawdustskin cells strands of hair softly breathing against me,your pulse is 1,1 throbs per secondand when I curl up in where you are1,2 1,3 1,4 it goes up (you tried to take my pulse oncecouldn't find it and we laughed'that's my secret', I said,I'mactuallydead.)and yet you're here for me.this evening, halfway to hibernationour bones m e l tin the warmth,between our squished bodiescurve of your stomachround against my backside,we are (just flesh)lost and unfound,<
SuicideSuicide. As I move my fingers across the keys, The letters forming as if onpuppet strings. They create a sentence a word
man at the cafehe's sitting there at the cafesandwich on thick white breadand straggling beansproutsand i hate the look in his eye.he is by himselfso he's thinkingand his hat is tilted over his faceso he's in shadowand he won't look upfrom his sandwichso i am actively watching him.i know he is sad.i know he is waiting for a girlto show up,or maybe he's just thinking of one,maybe he's just wishingshe were herebecause when she's not,he's alone.maybe he's never seen her,but his heart knows she's out thereand his soul can't sleepuntil he's found her.maybe he thinks he knows her,and maybe she's an ocean away.maybe he thinks the longerhe stares at the dangling beansprouts,the sooner she can beby his side.and because maybe he knows her,he won't look for anyone elseand that hat tipped low over his browkeeps it so his eyes are reallyonly for her.