When The Screamo Is On Poem by careema cooper

When The Screamo Is On



Inside I am dying and my lungs are rotten.
I'm suffocating.
My tears are silent words of the forgotten.
I'm recreating,
yesterday and the day before.
I'm bleeding and dying,
under the screams of emocore.

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