Biography of PSyChoPaTh emo.91
I'm just me. ppl say i'm: weird, crazy, hard to understand, complicated, surprisingly open minded, etc. i'm not sad. i like it like dat. i'm different. n i'm proud. i'm just me.
my email is, firstname.lastname@example.org. i chat. hope to see u soon.
PSyChoPaTh emo.91's Works:
looking into publishing 1. haha. fingers crossed.
PSyChoPaTh emo.91 Poems
What Am I?
Wait. what's that I hear in my head? -Laughter- Am I going mad? -Raging screams-
I sit in this hollow pit, Their eyes I would not meet. They'd ask me,
Burn your soul, feeling the heat; of passion. Feel it lick on your skin,
So long it seems, Yet, so soon. just slightly over a year since,
I ache; I hunger; I long; For a shred of humanity.
Down pours the rain, In harmony with its drops, Down pours the rain, With all its might and glory.
A glance at the horizon, so near it seems, I stand on edge. Why, did I have to be here?
look me in the eyes, touch me on my skin, kiss me in the lips. Feel the heat,
People who dwell in lies of their own creation tend to live out their lies. In the end, they believe even in It, those Lies of their own creation.
Maybe Not, But...
Maybe sometimes, we might not hold hands. we might not talk sweetly with one another. we might not act like we're in love.
If love can be measured by the hours of a day; Mine for you, would span this lifetime and the next. Mine for you,
I've held back years of painful tears; Tears that must be wept. lest they seap like poison into my heart, lest they leak out of me like blood.
Uneven match. unspoken hence. Bound by bonds: of love.
in this hollow pit,
Their eyes I would not meet.
They'd ask me,
'What's wrong with you? '
I'd look away. Guilt?
No. nothing wrong.
They'd say to me,
'What do you want to say? '