Sad Emo Poems

these carnal desires will see me expire 
inseperately stained from this foul game 
of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain, 
growing rage for making me...

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It is all a lie.
All I want is to just die.
I can't tell you why....

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Deep in my shrewd mind, a storm rages on 
Dark clouds gather as the wind howls till dawn
A tempest of thoughts, I cannot control
A battle...

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Do you love me
Do I even care
Care enough to find out
Care because I should
Should I ask you
Should you respond
Respond to my question
Respond with the truth
Truth...

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If the world burned  
I wouldn't be too sad 
Afraid of the abyss 
But definitely just fine 
I have nothing  to cling on...

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Feel like I'm caved in; pectus excavatum; not worn, definitely weathered
Am I a broken man, a wrecked machine; that does not deserve to be treasured?
My...

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Fill your heart with not pain and sorrow
But remember me in every tomorrow
Although the living cause pain and grief
My going has given me a heart...

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Alone 

She was always alone 

Making a shield out of her phone 

Alone 

So alone 

The feeling engraved into her bones



Maybe it's because she doesn't...

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The constant voice
that tells me 
I’m not good enough and
life isn’t worth living 
finally made me realize—
it’s my own voice I’m hearing. 


*I wrote this...

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Alas, no one here
Empty mind and hollow soul
I sit in silence...

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The old bell chimes at four,
A sound no one could ignore.
The dead rise and the sky falls,
The pouring rain washing it all.
For this world is...

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Crying a flood of tears,
Always having those fears
Of trusting others.
Life still dissatisfying even with brothers.
Cutting one self open, 
Writing with blood.
Always feeling lonely and homely,
Hopelessly...

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I'm not that valuable
A person,
A friend,
A citizen, 
A woman,
A daughter,
A sister.

No, I'm that valuable at all.
I'm aware what I am worth,
But I want to be shown
Just...

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So insecure and insignificant, 
And I just can't take it and keep it in,
What's it to you ten years from this moment on,
If I were...

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How does a poet put his work on paper without pushing it away in disgust?
How does a man make a move without making a fool...

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