i wish i was totally numb and i could not feel
but the constant torment reminds me it is real
surprised i survived
i can hardly breathe
yet i still can think
i re-live the pain
my antedote is gone
why does it have to be this way?
agony, let go of me
oh so slowly
i fight to take a breath
i'm so sorry ken, jordain
i'm losing my mind
running out of time
yet i still can rhyme
make the pain stop...
you may have questions. I beleive i shared a poem with this community before with the names of these two individuals before(ken and jordain). leave a comment if you do, and i will get to it asap. Thank you for reading.
I have another poem that i fully plan on publishing with my others. Since i love the hello poetry community, you guys will be the first to read it(among other poems I've posted previously, as you are among the first to read those) This poem that I'm talking about speaks on finging myself and the topic below.
[I want to say something. Being emo is not necessarily a bad thing. All it means is that you are in touch with your deepest feelings and emotions. Although most emos are athiests, some are not(Like me). Emos tend to like literature(including poetry), music,and writing. And I know the steryotpyes. I do not cut myself, though I used to. Not all emos cut though. And I enjoy the color black, but i wear other colors. I listen to rock and some metal, but then again, I listen to a wide variety of music genres. Examples are R&B;, pop, soul, reggae, country, hip-hop, rap, christian (rap and otherwise), rock(and rock has a variety all its own), and more. Anyone can be "emo" and just not have it as a label for themselves (You could be emo and just not know yet).
Anyways, if you've read this and come this far, I've kept you for long enough. thank you for reading. Be sure to leave a comment! Please like, follow, and share as well, if you wish to do so. Thank you again.]