Tuesday, 18 November 2008
06:31:26 AM (GMT)
Written by: Seraphia N. B.
Written on: August 5th, 2007.
Note: Okay, yeah. I wrote this last year when I was first getting into the
whole 'poetic' thing. So, yeah, I guess it's not one of my bests. It was my first hit
though. This was the first poem I wrote that actually got people to want to read all
my poems. So, even if it's not that good to me now, it'll always have something
behind it for me.
Plus, it has a real meaning to it if you feel like you're going through a hard time
Hope you like it. :]]]]
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Watch the little emo girl,
walking down the lain.
She keeps a smile on her face,
while hiding all the pain.
She’ll wave ‘hello’
as you pass her by.
Then the smile will fade,
and she’ll start to cry.
Poor little emo girl,
it’s a forbidden shame.
To force yourself to be so fake,
the hatred you must tame.
Knowing no one understands,
what it’s like to lose
All the sanity in your mind,
with every cut and bruise.
There’s a little emo girl,
Hiding in the coffin.
She’s covered in the punishments,
she gave herself so often.
She’s lying there so peacefully,
no smile on her face.
All the children kick and scream,
but she’s stays there in her place.
She's a little emo girl,
that is what we know.
The fact that she's not happy here,
so now it’s time to go.
She'll smile and she'll wave ‘goodbye’
She'll see you again, she'll assume.
If you ever came to look for her,
She was locked inside her room.
With blood on her bed,
And thoughts in her head.
Because she cut ‘till it led to her doom.