another emo poem
Don’t know who my friends are, or if.
It always seems to happen to me
I get hurt and over react
The pain I feel is given off
Then suddenly comes back
I feel so angry, that people could do such things
But I do worse in return
They don’t seem to know what they have done
Then it’s me that’s the bad one
People don’t seem to like me much
I know I sound like a self-piteous twat
But I find myself alone so often
I’m wondering, is it me that pushes them back?
My friends, I love them so much
But doesn’t absence makes the heart grow fonder
I don’t spend much time with them really
Do they even like me? -I tend to ponder
I just don’t know what I do so wrong
I don’t know, why me?
I try to be myself, and a good person
It seems that’s not what they like to see
I feel like crying, I do all the time
How my friends can deceive me
How they don’t care if I’m hurt and lonely
How they never seem to believe me
Who do I turn to?
On these hard, lonely days
Who will be there for me?
Who can stand my depressing ways?
The answer is nobody
None of them know how to care
For them life and friendships come easy
There’s always somebody there
I think I must expect too much from people
What more can they do?
But if I live my life disappointed in my friends
None of them will be left for me to do this to
In the end I’ll always lose
I will never be satisfied
I will always think I’m lonely
I will constantly be drying my own eyes
It always seems to happen to me
I get hurt and over react
The pain I feel is given off
Then suddenly comes back
I feel so angry, that people could do such things
But I do worse in return
They don’t seem to know what they have done
Then it’s me that’s the bad one
People don’t seem to like me much
I know I sound like a self-piteous twat
But I find myself alone so often
I’m wondering, is it me that pushes them back?
My friends, I love them so much
But doesn’t absence makes the heart grow fonder
I don’t spend much time with them really
Do they even like me? -I tend to ponder
I just don’t know what I do so wrong
I don’t know, why me?
I try to be myself, and a good person
It seems that’s not what they like to see
I feel like crying, I do all the time
How my friends can deceive me
How they don’t care if I’m hurt and lonely
How they never seem to believe me
Who do I turn to?
On these hard, lonely days
Who will be there for me?
Who can stand my depressing ways?
The answer is nobody
None of them know how to care
For them life and friendships come easy
There’s always somebody there
I think I must expect too much from people
What more can they do?
But if I live my life disappointed in my friends
None of them will be left for me to do this to
In the end I’ll always lose
I will never be satisfied
I will always think I’m lonely
I will constantly be drying my own eyes