emo

They look at me like they've never seen a person before.
Why though?
What's wrong with me?
I cut. So what?
I bleed. So what?
I cry. So what?
I'm depressed. So what?

I'm DEAD.

SO WHAT?

The moons has stopped glowing,
The sun’s stop shining,
The stars have stopped twinkling,
The power’s gone out,
Nothing but a blackout.
No light to guide anyone’s way.
There’s nothing to see,
Nowhere to go.
Everyone’s alone,
No comfort anywhere.
Everything’s ruff,
Nothing’s sweet,
All the little pleasures have gone.
The music has stopped,
No one talks.

Who ever thought it would be possible,
For a Babbit to be emo?
Who ever thought that a rainbow would turn grey?
Who ever thought that
The sun would go away,
Or that love would hurt so much?
That cold would be more comforting than warmth,
And that alone would be way more pleasant than togetherness?
Who ever thought that
Music could be the only medicine,

Why are hearts made of so fragile materials?
So fragile,
Like the hand blown glass.
It takes so long to put them back together
when they break.
And even when they are put back together,
You can see all of the cracks,
And chips,
Where the one you loved smashed it into a million pieces.
What’s the point of fixing them,
If they just look worse when you do?

The sky is clouded over,
And snow silently falls,
Like frozen tear drops
Slowly sobbed out,
By the most beautiful of angels,
Mourning for the one they loved,
And lost,
Praying for another to come,
But horrified by the wait,
Because it took so long for the first to come.

I got out all of the ingredients,
And putted them all in a bowl.
Then I put on my apron
And noticed it had a hole.

I made sure that all of the sticks
Were in their places in the mold,
And when I checked on the pan,
The power was off and it was cold.

When the mix finally got really hot,
I added the color pink.
Then when I tried to walk over,
I tripped and it flyed into the sink.