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Emo.
Goth.
"What, are you goth or something?"
...
"See. She is emo."
..why..
You've left me kneeling in the aisle way,
Between desks,
Picking up the pieces,
Picking up myself
While I'm cautious not to let a faucet run from my face
"Abby..Are you alright..?"
My history teacher...so kind, I absolutely adore her..
I tried to hold myself together as I made no effort to stop tears that raced down.
I just wanted to run..
"If you need to, you can go into the hallway.."
A shake of my head would tell her no, but if I could speak I'd say yes.
"Abby, you okay?!" Karina.. so polite
"What is i-oh..." Matthew, so clueless at times..
"Hey...Abby, are you sure you're okay?" ..no...
"What happened?" ...
.."Nothing"..
It was only the same as ever.
Every passing day
Yet they don't see my tears, they wouldn't care anyways,
They're just one cause of my pain
You can call me emo.
You can yell "Goth".
You can label me fag.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
It wouldn't matter, your comments would become the new trend,
That everyone follows.
Scream at me, "EMO," but wait for my scream back.
Did you know I'm emotional?
That I'm sensitive?
That I'm shy?
That I'm not happy with who I am at times?
That I'm lost?
That I'm not perfect, not perfect at all- 'Cause neither are you.
But will you ever understand the misunderstood..?
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Goth.
"What, are you goth or something?"
...
"See. She is emo."
..why..
You've left me kneeling in the aisle way,
Between desks,
Picking up the pieces,
Picking up myself
While I'm cautious not to let a faucet run from my face
"Abby..Are you alright..?"
My history teacher...so kind, I absolutely adore her..
I tried to hold myself together as I made no effort to stop tears that raced down.
I just wanted to run..
"If you need to, you can go into the hallway.."
A shake of my head would tell her no, but if I could speak I'd say yes.
"Abby, you okay?!" Karina.. so polite
"What is i-oh..." Matthew, so clueless at times..
"Hey...Abby, are you sure you're okay?" ..no...
"What happened?" ...
.."Nothing"..
It was only the same as ever.
Every passing day
Yet they don't see my tears, they wouldn't care anyways,
They're just one cause of my pain
You can call me emo.
You can yell "Goth".
You can label me fag.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
It wouldn't matter, your comments would become the new trend,
That everyone follows.
Scream at me, "EMO," but wait for my scream back.
Did you know I'm emotional?
That I'm sensitive?
That I'm shy?
That I'm not happy with who I am at times?
That I'm lost?
That I'm not perfect, not perfect at all- 'Cause neither are you.
But will you ever understand the misunderstood..?
</3
Literature
Is this what we can feel?
Sometimes you just wish
The pain could be locked away
Hidden in a black chest
Where you can't reach it
Suffering is what gets us down
Yet you cry and cannot shed tears
Otherwise you would drown in them
***
Once you saw an Angel
His wings yet so strong
He could protect thee
Silently watching over
Once this Angel fell
No protection, you are alone
Wings black and broken
Who would save the Angel?
***
Have you ever felt the rage
Fill your heart, lead thoughts
Revenge you want, nothing more
For the wounds you have got
Yet they will deny your anger
Yet they tell you to calm down
So you turn back, swallow your hate
Where it bu
Literature
Controlled by Depression
I'm tired of being depressed, I have to find my own way out
My house is like a prison, my mind is filled with doubt.
Suicidal thoughts fill my mind--How many years till my brain unwinds?
I try to strive, but how much longer can one person survive?
Five years have gone by, my soul is slowly fading away
I feel trapped indoors often, I rarely step out to play.
I wish I was happier, 'cause now I'm fading,
No longer shall I keep myself waiting.
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EMO
She's simple not complex. She's cute not gorgeous. She's smart not brainy. But because she's just average she's invisible.
When she hurts no one sees.
When she bleeds no one cares.
When she cries no one hears.
She's gentle not rough. She's kind not cruel. She's sweet not mean. Because of this she blends in with the crowds.
When she loves no one cares.
When she sighs no one hears.
When she smiles no one sees.
She's dark not bright. She's quiet not loud. She's sad not happy. She's EMO, she's nonexistent but constantly ridiculed.
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"Emo.Tional" (c) Abby S.
"Emo.Tional" (c) Abby S.
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I can relate to this. It's every damn day of my life. You can make it better. You've got us. *hugs u* Hell, were practically related!