Dead Poem by Learning to love dispair
Dead
Emo is my label
don't call me by my name.
Spare me your pity
my demons are not tame.
Beat me till I'm bloody
I cannot feel a thing
Spit out your evil words
to me they do not sting
My skin is warm
my heart is cold
My lips are soft
my eyes are bold.
Sew me back together
using needle and thread
you can mend my outsides
but inside I'm...
dead.
Monday, June 20, 2011
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