No one ever come before youEvery beat of the rain I can hear you smileThe details are crystal clearI sit over the water, your reflection in my mindKeeping me warm againNothing I can do will change what I amNo place I can walk without youNo way will my eyes ever rest on your faceBut no one ever comes before youEvery night in my sleep you're holding my handMaking sure I make it till the morningEvery morning I wake thinking of youHoping that your happy somewhereNothing I can do will change what I amNo place I can walk without youNo way will my eyes ever rest on your faceBut no one ever comes before youThe stars in the night, like bright grains of sandSometimes the only things we see togetherIf not for this feeling, the gift of your heartI could never be sure had I livedAs I step from the rain, Walk away from the water, Dream my days awayThe mornings I linger, the joys of heart, the stars out of my viewThere is a flower I've seen that makes you smile, like I can not doAnd I'll sit in this plac
roseSweet flowers bloom in a rainbow of colorsTheir petals open and you can see the beauty inside themLike any living plant they reach for the sun, to baskSome like the rose, are the phoenix; they die just to be rebornSome are Red, red like a flame, red like the blood our heartsThere is one rose that will never die; the rose you have planted in my heart
Dance your dream foolDance your dream fool, close your eyes tightYou're really alone, swaying to the music all nightPeople scoff and think they know, watch the weirdo goLittle do they see, the life that will never beLie to yourself your lie and hold her till you dieKeep dancing with your angel foolYour heaven is just a lieThis love's the only one you knewAnd she will never dance with youHold that false embraceForce a smile on your faceAnd watch the people laugh as you cryNever open your eyes and drink like a fool till you feel wiseWho cares if you're alone, you know you never feel homeDance hard into the night, maybe peace will make it rightShe can never see, those dreams that won't let you freeYou will never see her face you're not good enough to win this raceKeep dancing with your angel foolYour heaven is just a lieThis love's the only one you knewAnd she will never dance with youHold that false embraceForce a smile on your faceAnd watch the people laugh as you cryThe music poundi
Death is no sacrificBaby I know you would die for meBut would you share a cup of tea?Could you even touch my face?Or give me one little embrace?Death is no sacrificeEnduring this so called lifeThat says I love you moreThen that one way doorBaby I know you would die for meBut would you stay for tea?Could you even look at my faceOr wake up to my embrace?Death is no sacrificeEnduring this so called lifeThat says I love you moreThen that one way doorBaby I know you would die for meBut would you let me fix you tea?Could you even kiss my face?Or just show up for an embrace?Death is no sacrificeEnduring this so called lifeThat says I love you moreThen that one way doorBaby you know I would die for youBut would try to give you all my teaCould hope my children have your faceOr promise you my every embrace
MuseIs it the sight of your chestnut hair?The way it flows and drapes your faceIs it the deep glow of life and joy in your eyes?The way they pull at me to look further inside you every timeIs it the warm smile that makes my heart pause?The way it raises your round cheeks and shows your dimplesIs it the sweet manner in which you handle adversity?The way you conqueror with love, calming all like a breeze that sweeps away angerIs it the passion in you that makes me try harder?The way you seize what you want and meet any dare or challengeIs it the ability to appreciate the beauty in things?The way you look past the surface to true rough unpolished core of the manIs it your soul, so intense that I must push myself to understand you?The way you forgive, accept and shareIs it the reverberation of any thing good that amplifies between us?The way your joys become mine and mine become yours and in sharing they are betterIs it the dreams of you that fill my sleep?The way I wake think
holding my breathHolding my breathWondering how I am going to make until tonightGetting out of my chair seems so hardFood turns my stomachThe lies I have told myself have been tossed into the lightI am but a bit of flesh and bloodMy muse, my angel is crushed beneath the weight of my despairI've gone so far, I am not even sure my angel can save meI was unwanted before, I can not even imagine what I am nowTo dream, to sleep no more, words from a playYet I fear my sleep and the kisses of my waking dreamsWhere do I turn, I do not even have anything to fight forBear arms against a sea of troubles?What can I do to fight? There is no enemy, except meWe are not supposed to see heaven without a way to get thereMy friends weep for my impending doomWhere is hope? Why should I take the next breath?Angel please tell me its going to be okay
Emo....Arms foldHead bowsLegs curlTears flowHow can someone understandwhat it means to bealone?Oneperson, onegirl.Alone, ina grasping darkness calledlife.She sits in her corner,tears blurringthe world createdfor herby others.Unloved, unexperienced,naked, naive.Innocent.Death seems her only path,her onlyescape.An easy wayout,from the pain,from the fear.Redemption in ablade.Silver flashesCrimson runsFlesh whitens
Emo?I wear striped socks.I listen to Lostprophets.I sometimes wear a black tie with tiny little sculls on it.I read books.I'm not too pretty.I eat chocolate when I'm depressed. I sometimes feel as thoughThe only right thing to doIs to crawl up inside of me and dieWith Tori Amos in the background.Am I Emo enough for you?You wear everything striped lately.You lined up your soul in black and white.You hate pink.You say that you hate it when people label you.Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself? Maybe you should stop looking down on girls because they wear pink.Maybe they're being themselves as well.You don't know ifTheyEver wanna crawl up in themselves and die.You don't know them anymore than you know yourself.Maybe they also cut themselves and hate their life?Maybe they listen to Lostprophets too.And by the way;I know your little secret.You are not depressed.The earth doesn't rotate around you.Your parents _do_ love you.You _are_ special and uniqueAl
EmoSo what if I'm emo?So what if I cry?I'm not THAT emotional,I dont want to die.So what if I dress in a different style?There's no need to scream and run for a mileI dont like to cut and abuse my arm,I am not depressed,so why cause self harm?Could it be that I am just like you?That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?Could it be that I am happy with myself?It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,that I dont look in the mirror and start to cry.I know Im not perfect,I'm sure you will agreeBut I am so very positive,as positive as can beThat Im not like you,Oh dont make me laugh!I dont spend hours on my make-up's maskI'm totally self-confident,Ill smile for all to see.Because the great thing about being emo,Is that I am happy, with just being me.Dont be afraid of who you are.<
EmoEmo*are not crybabies*do not always wear black*can be VERY nice people*do not always cut themselves*are not always depressed*can be happy too*are normal people just like you!*EMO is just a label for emotional people!that tend to fall in love easly and cry
Emo?Emo?is it really that bad?you cant accept the factthat i get a little sad?that i am a little mad?so i favor blackand i dont like pinkyou use those as reasonsto make my soul sinkso some of us cutand some of us dontwe can smilelaugh love and livewe're just not like the restsure we crywe want to diebut none of you understandits not like we had plannedto live life like thisto spend our daysdepressed and amisswe're not bad peoplewe dont worship satanwe're not out to kill anyonewe just dont like the worldas much as everyone elseand we dont like ourselvesas much as we couldbut we're ok with thatyou can call us uglyyou can call us fatbut you cant change who we arewe are emowhats so wrong with that?
The TruthThere's so much moreBehind the words I sayThere's Black and WhiteYet I speak in GrayBy: Matt Sieradzki 3-19-2010 0038
No Painyou see no mark upon my skinyou see no tear in my eyeyou see no sign of paintherefor I must not be in painI must not cry myselfto sleep at nightor wake up screamingbecause of haunted dreamsI must not pull the bladeacross my skinand hope that one dayit drives in deeperI must not fear the darknessor shudder at the thought of silenceI must not hide myself fromlife and prying eyes thatjudge your worth as a personupon the shine of your smileyou hear no gasp escape my mouthyou hear no horror tale from my pastyou hear no words of paintherefor I must not be in painI must not scream so loud it's silentor throw things against mybedroom wallsI must not kick and screamand punch things that no one else can seeI must not drown myselfin the brown bagged bottlein the hopes that i will forgetor tie the rope around my neckand pray i find the courage topull it tighteryou don't see or hear my paintherefor you think i feel no painyou see what I choose for you to seeyou h
I want to end it all.Wouldn't it be niceTo do all those thingsThat you could only dream of doingSlicing open your wristsTo watch the life slowly bleed out of youHanging off that end of the ropeTo feel the breath slowly squeezed out of youGetting that gun, and taking the shotTo feel your brains blown out of your headYou want to do itBut you're a cowardWeakAfraidUselessUnwantedUnlovedJust do it alreadyAnd save the worldA whole lotta trouble.
Not MeThey can wonderBut they will never knowAll these emotionsThat I never showThey don't know meLike they say they doOne wrong moveAnd they will know the truthI can't achieve higher than expectedOr they might get suspiciousI am ordinary, part of a clichéPeer pressure made me this wayCaked in make-up, with a high pitch laughThis is the person they seeThis person is not me.
Of Emo "We are so emo." That's the only thing in my friend Tyler's AOL Instant Messenger profile. It's his way of describing the two of us in the simplest of terms. As far as I know, we're the only two people alive that will own up to the title. Near as I can tell it spells death for anyone else. What are we owning up to? Our tight shirts, straight-legged jeans, messy hair, and thick-rimmed glasses? Our penchant for bands our age that moan about exclusion, the girl that they can't have, and angry sex? Our shameless fancies for Mandy Moore, Love Actually, and Star Wars? The stereotypical emo kid cries everyday. He we
EMOShe'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.
EmoIs this "over-emotional"?Is this "over-emotional" to you?Crying in an empty glass,Worrying about the things you might do?Am I some sort of a liar? Just wanting to be cool?Is this "over-emotional" to you?Behind my back I hear all the things you say,Complaining about me complaining when I'm away,So why'd you choose to stay?Why did you stay?It's not my fault my life ended up this way.Is this "over-emotional"Is this "over-emotional" to you?When I slit my wrists, and you notice at school.Yeah, I cry because I have feelings too,I cry because of the things that you do.Is this "over-emotional" to you?I walk right past you and you see the stains,You see my arms moving and you notice the veins.Don't say I show it off, don't blame it on me,I've felt this pain,for the last couple of weeks.Is this really "over-emotional"?"Over-emotional" to you?When you see my arms, and worry about what I might do?When I say "I love you" and you have some feelings for me too?And is this what
EmoCriesCriesCriesStops cryingCries againWears a girls shirtCries because that girl leftFeels sensitiveCriesCriesShould get shot so their mother can be Emo.And so I can laugh for a little wile
Emo WhoreTears come to find my eyesWhy can't I find the courage to cry?I can't live a moment without youI'm trying to hold on to usBut you seem to let go of meNothing seems to go my wayI'm falling fast to the floorThey say that sticks and stonesCan brake your bonesBut words can shatter your soulBe careful with what you sayMy soul is cracked near to brakeNothing could ever fix meI hold back the tears and try to hideBut I'm just another emo whoreI've been told to cheer upBut how can I when your not hereYou say learn to let goWhat is there to let go?Don't tell me you love meShow me you love meI'm scared that time will soon run outBut I won't let itBecause We were meant to beLet's jut hope I'm rightI gave you all I could give
emoNo one knows till they taste itNo one cares till they lose itNo one bleeds till they live itNo one wants to admit itNo one can be without itNo one truly lives till they feel it
I admit it, and I'm proud of it