Grow the F**k UpA Poem by L0v3craftFor you lovable Emos...and your terrible writing :D
Its not okay for you or me to be sad.
The world only stops when they're the ones crying. So grow the f**k up. Sometimes people get sad... I'd like to think we're the only ones. They'll force themselves to swallow some delusion that Life's some old man who ended up keeping their ball when it landed in his yard. Paranoia becomes their friend, but, for us, a voice inside our head will turn nasty. Sharp objects start to look friendly and in a last attempt, we'll want to see the color red run more freely down our wrist. Because its what we need--our hope for an escape. We're the red running, escaping, reeling out from our fleshy prison and descend like the petals of a weeping rose. Yet in their eyes we'll never truly be the ones who need to be saved; we're not Emos. Its not okay for you or me to be sad. The world only stops when they're the ones crying. So grow the f**k up. © 2011 L0v3craftAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on March 21, 2011 Last Updated on March 21, 2011 AuthorL0v3craftNPR, FLAbout"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, .. more..Writing
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