You're 15 years old and your bird's just dumped you for the captain of the football team / you've discovered that your boyfriend is having it away with your best mate. Your long black hair is bitter with the salt of your unstemmable tears. So: why not go all emo on us and write an excruciatingly self-pitying poem about it? Here's a starting line if you need one, courtesy of your genial host Plazma Inferno!: "Cankered in a womb of my hope..." Go to it - you sorry gimps.
We are breaking ground! You just don't understand! No one EVER understands!! :bawl: I don't have to write your fucking poem, anyway! Why don't you go draw an X on your hand, you straight edge loser!!:bawl:
A full emo poem? Waaah nobody loves me, I'm all alone she broke my heart: it's made of stone she's a callous bitch with a witch's cackle look what she did to my wedding tackle Oh why, god, must I suffer? she took a job as the local fluffer she wears short skirts and flirts and flirts (that's the obligatory naff bit) so much, that my life hurts let me die, I want an end pity me, I can't get a friend
Classy. A fine start. I think you could do with upping the self-pity quotient to match the righteous anger quotient but otherwise it's the dog's. And the rest is... what!??
stupid piece of worthless shit give me a good smack i can take a hit nobody ever gives a fuck you people at school, you all suck beat me there and leave me to die throw me down and tell me to cry youre a bunch of cowards so fuck it its over im done with you, you can SUCK IT
You come to the Mosh pit and to do what? Just stand there with a frown! You come here to the Mosh pit and you bring? Your fucking sob story about some whore You come her to the mosh pit and what do you do? Cut yourself while everyone is moshin and bangin You come to the mosh pit and and what do we see? some gay lookin guy crying his eyes out you come to the mosh and what do you have in your hands? your CD player with an MCR CD!! You come to the mosh and has been done? YOU KILLED YOURSELF!!!
We're off to a flying start here. Again, a little too much fury and not enough moping around but I'm pleased with the contributions so far. I think I'll have to give mine some thought if I'm to match these.
Rubbish. Should've stuck with your first effort. And yes, your marks on this will form a significant percentage of your end-of-term results.
So if I’m a liar and a fake How much more can I take? So when the ground beneath me crumbles I will lay shaken, slowly tumbles Without a word I will speak No words forming, becoming weak I will stay hidden, I will stay closed, As I sit breathless and exposed.
I wrote this when I was about 18... Manic Depression I want you. I need you. Get out of my sight! I'll be your strength when you're weakened. I'll take my own life. I want to be the center of attention, so just leave me alone, With everyone screaming in my quiet empty home. If I jump off this cliff, do you think I will fly? Damn I can't do it. Push me so I die! I want you as my queen, when I'm king of the world. So I can drift endlessly aimlessly. I want to fuck every girl. With a life so exciting and endlessly new, I can fall into a rut I have nothing to do. Hold me and touch me I'm feeling down today. I need love and support. Thanks. Now go away. I've built a wall around my heart that nothing can break through. If you leave me I will die right after I kill you. I'm screaming in silence. No one can hear. The pain I'm expressing falls on deaf ears. I love you. You hate me. I have to know why. You're below me. You taint me. Please baby, don't cry. I hate myself for leaving you such a horrible wreck. I can never let myself look at another. Okay, who's next?
Hmm. Do teenagers typically possess this kind of capacity for self-reflection? Excellent though, obviously.
As I slit my wrists into the night I go to check my MySpace site Littered with spammers and whores Who all cut themselves sore. With the blood dripping off the computer desk
