Emo Lost At Sea Poem by Brie Carter

For the life in which I lived
I have seen many things
That have meant to be seen
Heard what was meant to be heard
Felt in my heart what was meant
To be felt
But now I am tired, worn, and broken

As I write this I die with each letter,
Word, sentence, poem
My soul starts to disappear, like sand
Being washed away by the ocean
As each grain is taken, a little of me
Is taken as well

There's no love for me here
No hope of a future
Nothing

I'm an emo lost at sea

Keep the people you love close
They may not always be here
Good-bye dear friend