Emo Poem

She locks herself in a pitch black room,

She sees nothing but darkness, hears nought but gloom,

And a tear rolls down her face.


A façade of anger that soon becomes depression

As she sees the scars on her wrists; what she’s done.

And a tear rolls down her face.


Bullied & tormented, she’s fed up with this fight.

Her thoughts are getting darker; she struggles to see the light.

And a tear rolls down her face.


She is sad & alone, & has never felt more afraid.

She’s a loner, she’s an emo. She is dead to the world.

No more tears rolls down the freaks face.