Inside the Young Emo Heart
Black tears
Dark years
Many fears
No cheers
I am sad
I am mad
Things are bad
Haters are glad
Cold nights I wept
Hoping secrets we’re kept
The wind often called
But I always stalled
So depressingly here I lay
So ready to pass away.
Copyright © Jessica Crudup | Year Posted 2010
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