Tasha Thomson

Rookie (29-11-1995)

Emo - Poem by Tasha Thomson

Day by day cuts built up on my arms
People would stare at me, I was known as the girl who selfharmed

'The Emo' they would call me
As I walked down the corridor
They mimicked my actions
Which led me to slash away more

I turned to my name
Which resulted in more taunts
What is wrong with me
I shrieked to my bedroom door

I hid myself away
Wanting to go home
I couldn't help my feelings
Of being scared and alone

Gripping the razor in the palm of my hand
Letting myself drift away to a far distant land
I tore away my skin, in hurried pain
Staring in the mirror drenched in blood and stains.

Comments about Emo by Tasha Thomson

  • (8/8/2012 10:33:00 AM)

    A fine poem about a serious subject, whatver problems you may have you write very well, so a emo wins in the
    end, the receptive and clever one.....
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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