eliaraya99

Is this "over-emotional"? Is this "over-emotional" to you? Crying in an empty glass,Worrying about the things you might do? Am I some sort of a liar? Just wanting to be cool? Is this "over-emotional" to you? Behind my back I hear all the things you say, Complaining about me complaining when I'm away, So why'd you choose to stay? Why did you stay? It's not my fault my life ended up this way. Is this "over-emotional" Is this "over-emotional" to you? When I slit my wrists, and you notice at school. Yeah, I cry because I have feelings too, I cry because of the things that you do. Is this "over-emotional" to you? I walk right past

Emo *are not crybabies *do not always wear black *can be VERY nice people *do not always cut themselves *are not always depressed *can be happy too *are normal people just like you! *EMO is just a label for emotional people! that tend to fall in love easly and cry

For the longest time I never understood How privileged kids, middle class Kids from wealthy families Could ever, with any real reason Have anything to BITCH about. They live in a world that isn’t The real world, who sees their lives As a fairy tale, something unreal; Their Volvos and five TVs are luxuries Too dear for the rest of the planet. But those kids with fishnet gloves Boys with eyeliner, girls with chains Hair curtaining half a face Are lumped in with kids Who might actually be sad. Who might actually be angry. Who might actually have problems. Even though problems are relative; Humans are limited and know only

Outcasts they tend to call us, The wierd ones, The freaks. But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight [batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before] And dancing in the rain Praying to Beethoven And tears at dusk And singing to the stars At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us "Go home, you lose, good day, sir" Turn ar

Emo? is it really that bad? you cant accept the fact that i get a little sad? that i am a little mad? so i favor black and i dont like pink you use those as reasons to make my soul sink so some of us cut and some of us dont we can smile laugh love and live we're just not like the rest sure we cry we want to die but none of you understand its not like we had planned to live life like this to spend our days depressed and amiss we're not bad people we dont worship satan we're not out to kill anyone we just dont like the world as much as everyone else and we dont like ourselves as much as we could but we're ok with tha