I found an old poem I wrote about a year or two ago.
Alone she stands
not caring what people say
what people do
what people feel
uncaring
they taunt her
their words like daggers
striking her skin
yet she bleeds no blood
taking them out
then sending them back
then she sits home alone
no one to love
no one to return it
she only feels hate
because she's never known love
And I thought I threw all my poems away...
Quote from: Pokesamrus on January 15, 2008, 08:04:12 PM
ITT poems about emo chicks.
Yes,thats what I thought when I read it today.