One день I was on Youtube looking at humor Видео Эмо kids made. Then I came across Punks raging on about how they hate Эмо and they need to team up with metalheads to "over run" all the emos. after seeing like 10 Видео of punks saying how they hate emos I then took some research on punks...and it seems that punk started goth witch then came Эмо and then scene. And now I see were punks are today.The punks used to be THE THING back then...but now after the hatred of emos (and scene) kids...Ive noticed that the only people that are posers are well...them. now im not saying punks suck and are all idiots, im saying punks have shamed themselves and are still going on how they will DESTROY all emos. This is a message to all Goths Scenes punks and emos. Punks are jest a bunch of haters, all they want is to hurt others! DONT LISTEN TO THEM! They have speaking LIES about us and IM SICK OF IT! I SAY WE Показать THEM SO CALLED PUNKS WERE NOT CUTTING FU**HEADS!! AND WE HAVE LIVES! Im done with this...even on Fanpop punks have дана me messages on how emos are gay and should go kill myself, well I say YOUR WRONG! Its time us emos stop getting pushed around and fight!! Every comment,fan,prop,or even message I get on agreeing with me, thats how many punks im going to tell then that there WRONG! and if 20 people are with me on this ill make personal Club for this!! ITS TIME WE Показать PUNKS WERE NOT WORTHLESS!!!
Every emotion is running through me
My problems go on
Guys
School
Feelings
Parents
It all makes me depressed
These scars don't go away
There are always new ones
What can i do?
I cry
I get emotional
I cut
I tell friends
Nothing helps
All of it is like waves, drowning me
Until no breath is left
или like a person choking me
Still the breath leaves my сердце
My throat
My body
Drowning in thoughts
Lies and love
It's all part of my suffering
The metal that hits my wrist makes me tingle
It's my get away
And yet it's my enemy
It releases the pain that lives inside of me
To all the Emos out there....
Two slits on my wrists
To hide.
Two slits on my wrists
Whose blood subsides.
Leaving two scars on my wrists
Forever left behind.
Blood paints my skin,
As I cut away my sins,
Of hate and depression.
I feel pain for once,
That won't last long,
Because I sing my song,
Of death and pain,
With joy because I gain,
Peace...
I feel no love.
I feel no joy.
Only feelings of
The pull to destroy,
What is left of my soul,
Which is as dark as coal,
And end my life forever.
I toy with the minds,
Of people who find,
That I am not the same,
As I used to be.
And as I explain,
The tragedy,
That led to my change,
They recognize my life,
As unworthy.
So forever I sit,
Alone in this world,
Cutting away,
To my death,
Cutting away,
To my last breath.
Two slits on my wrists
To hide.
Two slits on my wrists
Whose blood subsides.
Leaving two scars on my wrists
Forever left behind.
Blood paints my skin,
As I cut away my sins,
Of hate and depression.
I feel pain for once,
That won't last long,
Because I sing my song,
Of death and pain,
With joy because I gain,
Peace...
I feel no love.
I feel no joy.
Only feelings of
The pull to destroy,
What is left of my soul,
Which is as dark as coal,
And end my life forever.
I toy with the minds,
Of people who find,
That I am not the same,
As I used to be.
And as I explain,
The tragedy,
That led to my change,
They recognize my life,
As unworthy.
So forever I sit,
Alone in this world,
Cutting away,
To my death,
Cutting away,
To my last breath.