Emo poemHe sits hugging his knees into his chest Wondering why it’s himself and not someone he’s clinging to At least he’s outside in the rain Where no-one can see the tears shed of his pain. He’s been hurt since forever But no-one stops the malice And as this poor boy cries at home His faith in humanity shatters and crumbles to dust. He stares down past his knees onto the floorEmo poem
Seeing what no-one else could see The torn up pieces of his broken heart Lying in Neglect, Irreplaceable, Unfixable Uncared for Why he says why it is me? He reaches into his poc
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"At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets." ~ Oscar Wilde
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