My Classic Emo Poem of Doom

My self-hatred lives inside my breast

and pulsates

Like a second heartbeat

Beat... Beat... Beat...

Beats like a drum.

End this ceaseless dance

End this... End this... End this...

Stop.

I want to tear out this infection

and breathe

the clean, crisp air

in... out... in... out...

Breathe deeply

Breathe for the love of something.

Breathe... Breathe... Breathe...

Stop.

I cried tears of salt

Sweet, stinging pain

A pain that glitters

shine... Shine... Shine...

Shines like a far-off star.

Shimmer... shimmer... shimmer...

Stop.

My blood lives inside my body

and wishes

to run out red

Red... Red... Red...

Drips out, spills out

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Stop.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

liviarosethorn

So, just to be clear here, I am getting help for my depression, and I thought the poem's title was funny, sort of the poem making fun of itself. I mean no disrespect to anyone, in any way.

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