Broken heart emo

Emo Kid

I sit in the dark corner all day long
Just writing my life's song
Why am i always so confused?
Why does everything wrong happen to me?
My life is nothing put pain
I cant handle any more misery
People ask me why im always depressed
People think im messed
Some even say Im werid
But I dont care what people think
They dont know what Im going through
My life is nothing except difficult do you know?
I cut myself free the pain
And alittle happiness is what i gain
No one knows me
But i am an EMO! !

Submitted: Friday, July 03, 2009
Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011


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  • Rookie Christina Holland (3/27/2012 3:25:00 PM)

    the pain I go through is like the pain you wrote in here......
    scars are like the blissful, EMOtional character i become when new scars appear on my arms......
    your poem is beautiful and dark..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shadow Girl (8/22/2011 9:29:00 AM)

    Sometimes the we are so numb the only pain left to feel is physical pain..which makes u glad u can at least feel something. SG (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Creativity: More Than A Fantasy M (1/8/2011 8:37:00 AM)

    hey i adore your poems iam one of your fans
    i did some emo poems but they are not published in poem hunter.and you are not weird. i used to have the same feelings. all people do have pain but differs from one person to another. those who see you weird are more depressed than you do.: D i hope you read my poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kieran J96 (8/24/2010 3:47:00 PM)

    u should be proud of who you are. in my school pplz treat emos like theyre weirdos, frieks! but your your own self thats whats important. 'emo's tend to be more caring and thoughtfull than most people, thats what i think anyway. be proud of who you are (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Adam Fuller (6/7/2010 6:27:00 PM)

    I'd like to share with you a poem that my friend wrote for me, which quite frankly got me out of my stage of depression:

    What patience a candlestick maker must have,
    Hour after hour, day in and day out,
    Pulling the candles that start out as strings
    Attached to the stick in and out of the wax.
    I bet he has time to sit and reflect
    He must be very wise
    He sits in his chair by his candles all day,
    And only he thinks how he wastes his life away.
    Be happy, be wise! Look what you've got -
    A whole lot more than a whole other lot!
    Be grateful, be patient, and one day you’ll see
    How great your life actually turned out to be.

    I used to be emo myself, really, but I realized that everybody has problems in their lives, and only the strong people who are able to withstand them can find true happiness. Which is the place I'm on my way to now. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maya (ayam) Armstrong (6/6/2010 7:20:00 AM)

    dang, why cant the dern vote thingy go higher than a ten, i swear... anyway, rly good poem. i have a friend- scratch that, best friend who is emo and she cuts herself 'til broad daylight. i think, though she doesnt believe me, that she has a wonderful life. even though she's had a few bumps in the road, who hasnt? ive always wondered, is she sad because she was adopted? or maybe that she was born with aids? or maybe that im not a good enough friend to talk to her and ask her what is wrong? ive always wondered if we were meant to be friends. she's straight up emo while im Juno tomboy type. she's told me that she's so depressed but what ceases to amaze me is that im still her friend, nobody likes me because im her friend(not that i care) , they always say she is bad for me. im starting to believe them, i mean, one time i began cutting myself because i thought i had a 'hard life' when i dont. ugh, i dont know why im blabbing on about this, it's not like it matters. i just wonder, why does my friend cut? if she cuts, she could die from the aids, i could die from being near her. when she cuts, she says she wants to die. does she not care about never seeing me again? is her life that bad that she wants to leave me? i love my friend to death, but i dont get her cutting herself, maybe the depression, ok, i can relate, but cutting? rly, just, rly, dude, i want my old friend back. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Broken Soul (5/26/2010 1:26:00 PM)

    i really like this poem. I agree with heart of ice. it is hard being emo bc if ppl see your cuts all their going to do is stare and talk about you. ppl are always asking me some damn stupid questions everytime they see mine. and if you dress a certain way or your depressed ppl do always assume that your emo and that you cut and they talk about you anyways. ive learned to just live with it. its my choice to do what i do. i can relate to this poem very much. i love it. keep writing ok. and if you wanna be friends then messege me (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ~Heart of Ice~ ¢♦ ¢♦ ¢ (7/23/2009 12:01:00 AM)

    i loved it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! as a fellow emo i can relate. things just always feel like they can't get any worse right? ? ? lol just jinxed myself again dammit! ! ! lol.
    i know it's hard being emo. if it's on the open every one stares at u like ur messed up, not right. when in truth, most of the time the only thing wring with u is ur mangled heart. if it's not open ppl always assume and whisper as if ur not there.
    feel better. (Report) Reply

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