• The tears stopped. They stopped
    awhile ago.
    It left my face stained with
    the flow of blood leading from my
    eyes.
    But as the tears stopped,
    my heart continued you to bleed.
    I bled from the inside out, keeping my
    focus on dying.
    Praying that one day the flow of
    my blood would stop. That one
    day my inferior corpse would one
    day bleed dry.
    The cuts throughout my body grow
    old, the pain strengthens each
    day i force this body to move.
    Physically alive, Spiritually dead,
    Emotionally distressed.
    I cried all my tears, they were
    replaced with the blood if my heart when
    no one came to help me.
    When you all just sat and watched
    me die; watched me burn.
    My eyes stare blank out into the
    darkness, clouded only by
    the fear in which my loneliness had set.
    I always feared the day when
    I would lose mind; lose control of
    my thoughts, keeping all of my
    focus on irrationalities.
    An inevitable concept in which
    I tore my mind apart
    by trying to follow and believe in
    something in which would
    ultimately in time be my utter downfall.
    And it was.
    To kill myself, to hurt my family,
    to stress out my loved ones,
    the complete insanity of it all.
    The way my mind thinks now, if it even
    does that, that everyone is happy
    now.
    Everyone else feels fine, everyone else
    enjoys their lives without me.
    All because I'm too dead and bleeding
    too much because I'm Emo,
    Emotionally Distressed....