Little voices in my head
asking for a simple phrase
"please stop."
the big voices outside scream and shout
"emo freak!"
the people around don't see past my façade
of laughter and smiles
inside it's all tears
inside it's depression
inside the little voices say
"please stop."
No razor blades
I must make due
with sewing needles instead
drag it across
only a centimeter
but many times
small drops of crimson
dot the surface
I grab some band aids
I cover my wounds
I cover my pain
each day is like a battlefield
of lies and deceit
my glossy wet eyes
tell novels
my small scarred arms
show miles
they dont know
the pain that I deal with
empty and hollow
is how I feel inside
I used to be full
of excitement and laughter
I'm staring at my reflection
I'm not who I want to be
can someone please help me?
dont tell me
"get over it"
might as well
tell the disabled
"go run a marathon"
or "the wheel chair is not part
of your life"
for are we not all disabled?
in our own special way.
please stop.
stop the pain
crying and tears
stop the hurt
my depression and fears
please, make it stop.
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Emo Poetry
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