Heyy, guys. I just wanna say sorry I've been gone so long. I'm not emo anymore and my "emo" friend has been really bitchy and horrible to me and now I realise just how fake she was. All this time, I've actually had a pretty good life, like her, and I've been overexadurating. I'm never going to slit anymore, my life is good and I'm happy. My friend always was happy, she just liked the clothes and the way people treated her. She was attention seeking and lied to me alot, trying to turn me against the people I really care about. She made a mockery of the really suicidal people out there who actually have awful lives. Now I will write emo poems but they aren't about me. They never really were. I love all you guys out there and I hope that you read this and feel something. x

Lonely footsteps walk the dusty ground
No distinct pattern, but a distinct sound
Like a half-dead girl, repetitively knocking
Knocking against the inside of her coffin
Praying to see the light of day again
Hoping this isn't how she'll meet her end
Lonely footsteps walk the dusty ground
No distinct pattern, but a distinct sound.

Seperate people with seperate lives
Carving their future with big metal knives
Some people make it and some people don't
Some will try, others won't.

They laughed at her when she was crying
Beat her up when she was dying
They lead her to this early grave
Forced her to pretend that she was brace
They mocked her clothes, the way she was
And for their sins, beneath them she rots
Waiting for the day to get her revenge
All those suicidal kids, she will avenge.

Seperate people with seperate lives
Carving their future with big metal knives
Some people make it and some people don't
Some will try, others won't.

The footsteps stop beside her gravestone
Some wilted flowers are there, sitting alone
The figure bends and picks them up
Replacing them with a fresh, new bunch
He sighs heavily and closes his eyes
Remembering the girl that he once loved
He stands up straight, it's nearly dawn
And then in the blink of an eye, he's gone.

Seperate people with seperate lives
Carving their future with big metal knives
Some people make it and some people don't
Some will try, others won't.

Nice. I liked it.

Good job. Nice flow, nice rhyme scheme, and if you didn't like Panic at the Disco, I'd give you two thumbs up. I'll give you one and a half. *raises a thumb and bloody stub*

xXGlassTearsXx wrote: Nice. I liked it.