Rumor

The joys of being emo.

She's really quiet on the inside,

and a little outside too,

people stare and people laugh,

but there's nothing she can do.

 

They make up lies and stupid s**t,

they make up things we hate,

they throw crap behind her,

and her life meets her fate.

 

She cuts her arm when no one looks,

and pulls her hood on,

when people laugh, she looks away,

but when they look, she's gone.

 

She's really scared to open up,

and never looks quite sane,

she never answers, never talks,

and all she feels is pain.

 

Love is blooming throughout school,

and Valentine's now found,

she doesn't show to school that day,

and he'll look--she's not around.

 

He holds his rose but she's not there,

he waits by her locker,

he waits and looks and stares a while,

and feels like he's a stalker.

 

He feels his note hot in his pocket,

it's burning holes right now,

he doesn't know what else to do,

but he will wait--a vow.

 

She stares at photos in her room,

and thinks that's all there is,

memories from time to time,

her younger years--a whiz.

 

A tear rolls down her pale-like cheek,

and she feels there's no one there,

is this wrong or is this right,

or is this not so fair?

 

The boy drops his rose and starts to run,

and maybe there's still hope,

he'll try to find her, try to love,

and maybe they could cope.

 

She decides it's time to end this all,

to end her life right away,

it's pathetic and they laugh too hard,

and she's got nothing she can say.

 

She kisses her photos and writes a poem,

this little piece right here,

she folds it up and holds it tight,

and says good bye to her's, dear.

 

She writes to mom and dad to all,

and everyone that she cares,

but most of all to him she loves,

and rips her heart to tears.

 

She knows he doesn't love her much,

and doesn't think he'll show,

but if he did and if he cared,

she would feel and know.

 

So she takes a pill and cuts her throat,

and makes sure it will last,

she hopes it's over way too soon,

and pain will go real fast.

 

He's not on time, he coudn't save,

he couldn't stop her doing,

he tried to get there before she hurts,

the bloody nails she's chewing.

 

He held her close and closed his eyes,

her last three words were spoken,

but he couldn't think of what to say,

and her heart he loves was broken.

 

He kissed her lips and said goodbye,

and she knew it when he said,

only now she knew but it was late,

and now she's gone and dead.

 

So for all you hurting by what they say,

and their made up mean ill humor,

remember it's just made up lies,

and love is not a rumor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Love is fa' sho'!

Reviews

[jodi sharp]

i love this poem i know what its like to want to kill yourself because of stuff going on a real honest write

Ps: i think its kind of funny you thought i was gay. im not my mom is. it is just what i believe.