...Hey...I'm a 14 year old girl who likes friends, music and poetry...I really hate the way society stereotypes and categorises; I'm given the label of Goth and Emo by complete strangers because I like to dress in black. I dont want to categorise or label myself so I dont agree...Back to the point, I'm not always depressed, I just write my poetry when I'm sad, so it may come across that way...Writing is a good release for me...I put effort into my poetry, please don't steal it. Rate me low, give me bad comments, i really dont mind, just don't steal it, i write it for myself...My favourite poet on this site is xEmmax, check out her stuff, its really good... |
The tears on my face,
The cuts on my wrist...
Lie there clenching my fist real tight,
Trying to fall asleep at night...
Urges come over me,
The tears continue to flow...
In those rare moments when I feel fine,
You bring me down and my all healed wrist develops...
My perfect life is all a lie,
A lie that no one sees through...
They ask me what I want for Christmas,
I tell them that I don't know yet...