I'm going to post my depressive/very rarely happy and pathetically short poetry here.
So, if you don't like poetry
and you find me to be very "emo" or depressive, then
leave this page immediately because it's about to get so emo
you'll probably want to black your eyes and put your hair into that flippy thingy like that guy from that one band can do, or like all of those emos with the same over exaggerated bangs/fringe.
I don't even know.
But if you read my poetry, you will morph into an emo kid.
Or you'll think I'm stupid and get annoyed.
And I don't really care, but just don't read this if you are going to be a poopnoodle about it.
Sometimes I wish
every hateful name
you've called me
was carved into my flesh
so you could see
how ugly you make me feel
I can't tell
if this sick feeling
is being caused by
all of the coffee I've had
or if your words
have my
stomach in knots
again
And just like
no one cares
about the holes
chewed through leaves
to satisfy
hunger
no one cares
about the holes
chewed through my
heart to satisfy
their selfish
needs
So, if you don't like poetry
and you find me to be very "emo" or depressive, then
leave this page immediately because it's about to get so emo
you'll probably want to black your eyes and put your hair into that flippy thingy like that guy from that one band can do, or like all of those emos with the same over exaggerated bangs/fringe.
I don't even know.
But if you read my poetry, you will morph into an emo kid.
Or you'll think I'm stupid and get annoyed.
And I don't really care, but just don't read this if you are going to be a poopnoodle about it.
Sometimes I wish
every hateful name
you've called me
was carved into my flesh
so you could see
how ugly you make me feel
I can't tell
if this sick feeling
is being caused by
all of the coffee I've had
or if your words
have my
stomach in knots
again
And just like
no one cares
about the holes
chewed through leaves
to satisfy
hunger
no one cares
about the holes
chewed through my
heart to satisfy
their selfish
needs
