ImpatienceMy fingers slide across the edges of the buttons.
Every once in awhile I'll stop and check.
No change has occured.
No messages have been received.
I go back to my busy work.
I'm on the computer or doing my homework.
Then, what seems like an eternity has passed,
I'll pick it up again.
Still no answer.
Still no reply.
Reluctantly i give my attention to something else,
with the impatience tickling the back of my mind,
as if it's waiting for me to spring.
I snatch up my phone,
relieved that I finally got the message.
That was the microwave...
And now, I'm back to waiting.
AbusedYou beat her
You made her cry
You shamed her
You left her
Did it make you feel better?
Did it help?
Are you done?
Can you see her true beauty?
Or have you beaten it out of her?
Her heart cracks with every lash on her back
With every crack a piece falls off, and shatters on the floor
And it echoes...
Can you hear it?
It's the cry for help
Can you help her?
Can you help yourself?
Only she takes your beatings...
Can you see her now for what she really is?
Can you see her singing herself to make it better?
You're a fool
A nobody because you are blind and deaf
You'll never survive in this world
You will never make it
And when there is only silence
You will regret what you did to her
And then there is no bringing her back
Emo doesn't mean u cut.
Emo doesn't mean ur gay.
Emo doesn't mean ur suicidal.
Emo isn't something u act out.
Emo isn't something that can die off.
Emo isn't depressed.
Emo is people.
Emo is free.
Free to be u.
*dont always wear black
*dont worship satan
*do not want to kill people
*dont hate everyone
*are not always depressed
*can be happy too
*are usually nice people
*are normal just like you!