Problems with Life/Emos and Goths discussion
Love Life
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Love kills slowly...




YES REALLY


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Just Another Girl in Love
Just another silly little girl in love.
She waits, and waits and waits.
She will be loyal and true to the end.
That was a promise she made a long time ago.
She smiles every day.
She laughs and makes jokes every day.
She will keep her promises.
She's slowly fading.
She smiles and tries to ignore the screaming in her ears.
She is in love, she says.
She will live for love, she says.
She doesn't know
That not every fairy tale has a happy ending.
She still pretends that she lives for love.
She pretends for her friends, her family.
Her scars were all accidents, she says.
And they still believe her.
I'm sick, she says.
Can I stay home today?, she asks.
Yes, they say.
Only until you get better, they say.
She avoids her problems like the coward she is.
She doesn't want to leave her childish innocence behind.
She is naive.
She goes back to where the problems started.
She takes a deep breath.
She longs to be hated.
How many of us can say that?
How many long to be hated?
Just another silly little girl in love,
Not realizing that hatred is so easy.
She is hated by many.
But loved by so many more.
But this girl can't see them.
She can't see all of the ones who love her.
Can you see the ones who love you?
She is still just a child,
What does she know of love?, they say.
Nobody listens to her.
She knows plenty of love.
Don't the ones who love her know?
It's so hard.
She takes the pens and pencils,
And carves hearts into her arms.
She decorates herself with the painful body art,
it distracts from her emotional pain.
She's happiest at this time.
Her tears never fall.
Like she would let them.
Just another silly little girl in love.
Drowning in her storm of emotions.
This is her life,
Comprised of several small words.
Squished into a tiny poem.
What if I told you,
That this girl was me?
Would it make this story more important?
Or will you criticize me?
After all, I truly am,
Just another silly little girl in love.
Did you know?
Did you know that I cried
When you said good-bye?
Did you know that the next day
I laughed and pretended I didn't care?
Did you know that I worried
Even when you told me not to?
Did you know that I had so much to tell you
But I never did?
Did you know that I cared
Even when you told me to go away?
Did you know that I bit my lip and worried
When I thought you might not be all right?
Did you know that I loved you
Even when you said good-bye for the last time?
Did you know that I starved myself, made myself throw up
So I could impress you?
Did you know that I cared
Before you even knew me more then 'Blonde Brownie'?
Did you know that my love still grew
Even when you screamed and yelled at me?
Did you know that even when I complained that you didn't do anything
I still loved you?
Did you know?
Did you know,
Or did you think I was just a bitch?
Because I love you.
I love you more than you know.
And you know why?
Because you walked away.
You walked away the day I need you.



i'sOkAy (European Noble)Oui....nein wrote: "I like your poetry... im not good at wrighting... but i still do wright... just not that much and when i do... it usualy has an inside joke..."
KB (Beautiful Existence) wrote: "Theyre great. I realize they're about you but a lot og girls can relate to them. I can't relate to the anerexic part other then the fact that I know people who are anerexic and one that looks it."
Thanks, that really means a lot... Since no one else seems to care enough to read them... Not even my so-called 'friends'.... Love slowly kills.

Nevermind. The person that looks it I have been told just has an eating disorder. I hope that's true.
Love kills slowly...
FACT! I know first loves is just a phase. but it's just that after confessing & getting rejected, I felt empty inside for like 5 months. I don't really think about it, but it still hurts.
FACT! I know first loves is just a phase. but it's just that after confessing & getting rejected, I felt empty inside for like 5 months. I don't really think about it, but it still hurts.
Yes it is. I'm just lucky I never get to see him again. I wanted to go visit my junior high a few weeks ago, but i stayed home after knowing he'll be there.

It is. And it also happens in men"
I'm talking about when people Try to throw up or starve themselves on purpose.






I walked to a corner and sat down then the next song had 'fun'.
...but I never knew it hurt so much...