My Classic Emo Poem of Doom

by liviarosethorn

November 14, 2017

My self-hatred lives inside my breast

and pulsates

Like a second heartbeat

Beat... Beat... Beat...

Beats like a drum.

End this ceaseless dance

End this... End this... End this...

Stop.

I want to tear out this infection

and breathe

the clean, crisp air

in... out... in... out...

Breathe deeply

Breathe for the love of something.

Breathe... Breathe... Breathe...

Stop.

I cried tears of salt

Sweet, stinging pain

A pain that glitters

shine... Shine... Shine...

Shines like a far-off star.

Shimmer... shimmer... shimmer...

Stop.

My blood lives inside my body

and wishes

to run out red

Red... Red... Red...

Drips out, spills out

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Stop.

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liviarosethornNov 14, 2017

<p>So, just to be clear here, I am getting help for my depression, and I thought the poem's title was funny, sort of the poem making fun of itself. I mean no disrespect to anyone, in any way.</p>