T,
I want you to know.
and I don't want to be mean
but,
I want you to know.
I don't want you anymore.
Time after time I tried.
And thats the thing
I was the only one trying.
I tried to carry the relationship,
but you knew what else was happening at home.
T,
I don't think its right
the way you've been treating me.
You don't even look at me,
as if I did something wrong.
T,
I did love you
I loved you.
But notice the "ed"
Every part of me has let go.
You are not a bad person,
but the fact is
why, if you don't like me
are you following me?
Trying to see
what I'm doing.
Every day.
You act like nothing ever happened.
But sorry to tell you dear,
something happened
What did you think I was?
I could tell you what I think...
but this isn't about me,
its for you, T.
Please, just stop.
Everything.
Seriously T.
I don't want you anymore.
This is my goodbye,
*goodbye

you say I'm emo
just because I wear black a lot.
You say I am a queer
because I give my best friend a hug, and he just happens to be a guy.
You think I cut
just because I have scars on my wrist.
Truth is,
none of the stuff you say is true.
See, emo has become a fad.
Everyone wants to have attention.
But us "real emos" will tell you that its no fun.
I can't...we can't control when we are happy and sad,
glad and mad.
Its a ****** feeling.
I do not wear black because I worship Satan,
I wear black because it fits me
I do not wear my band shirts to be cool,
I wear them because they represent who I am.
I do not listen to rock music because I have problems,
I listen to it because the screaming helps my blood flow.
I don't expect you to know what it's like to truly be
emo
The only time you say that word,
the only time you say us
is when you make fun of us.
My hair is not long just to cover my face,
my hair is long because I like it that way.
You expect us to be like you,
but yet you rob us of our happienes.
Well,
who the **** are you to call me emo?
huh?
What do you truly know about depression.
Because your idea of depression is when you get grounded,
and my idea of depression is when I hold a blade to my neck.
You think depression is just tears,
but nope.
Its painful,
draining,
almost numbing.
This isn't even the start.
Do not call me emo,
because of what you think
because you will never know me
I won't let you get to know me
because I don't want that pain.
You are a ******,
and one of the reasons why
*I'm emo

The yelling, screaming, shouting,
In my head,
I can't focus on anything,
I have to remind myself to breathe,
I have to convince myself to breathe,
I have to tell myself I want to go on,
But it all depends on me,
It's all up to me,
No one else can save me,
No one else can lift me from this vacuum,
But how can you save someone you hate?

Mirror mirror on the wall.
Watch me watch me while I fall;
and when the dark encloses me,
make it end, let me be.

I've worn this cross for far too long,
I've read this book, sung this song.
My life, to him I gladly gave
and he took my heart down to his grave.

But with him my soul cannot lie;
my wings were bound,
yet I was meant to fly.
I'll stumble through, try to fill this space,
from when you left me alone in this hellish place.

Tonight,
There is no love here.
The honey ***,
Once overflowing,
Is full of flies.
I am paper-thin.
I will burn easily.
My teeth aren’t as white as they once were.
My eyes don’t sparkle.
I am blue and purple
And jagged.
I am cold to the touch.
My eyes sting
With cigarette smoke.
My tongue,
With its sandpaper softness,
Will not grace your skin tonight.
Let the black sheets of my bed
Shroud me from moonlight and
The warmth of your hands.
Maybe in the morning
It will be better.
Maybe in the morning
I’ll forget that once
I loved you.
Maybe I’m just a little bit sour.

I came from a family of dreamers
Only to be thrown in a cell with haters.
I came from a house of love
Only to be tossed inside hell like a dog toy.
I cant get away
These shackles are too heavy.
With every look,
I burn.
I crumble to embers.
I fly away in the wind.
No one should understand
What I feel

The struggle of being broken
No, not physically
Mentally
When you've been played with
Been dropped
And shattered
Many times before.
The "I'm sorrys" I always fall for
The forgiveness I can't take back
The knife that's still in my back
Five fingers held up, only one
is deserving to be seen by you
One finger, two finger, three finger, four
I ball each one like before
Hold back the tears of being left again
But nobody should know
Because I'm not the one who
Should struggle now
I have to be strong for those around me
Hold up my fist in victory for all to see
Smile on my face
No one can see the fate
Of the girl
With a struggle

Starving soul, hungry for communication
Parched heart, thirsty for a connection
Saturate me with your love
Fill me with your happiness
Remind me that I'm not alone
Tell me the glass was never half empty
As I know you want me full
I see you as I see you, not as you want me to
Wrapped in skin so velvet soft
Kissed with a dark red bow placed on top
Of your dark wavy hair
Perfect in contrast to
Your porcelain complexion

I see you every day
In the corners of my eyes
In the forefront of my mind
In my wildest dreams and
My darkest nights
Strange scenarios where I die
Only to be resurrected by you
Because losing me was a pain
So profound and world shattering
The tears you cried became the elixir of life

Be my friend
Be my lover
I can be whatever you need
Or whatever you want me to be
Provided that, me being that
Is always just me being me