Emo o.O

This poem is the product of the Writer's Craft course it took in high school. The idea was to write really bad, angsty poetry and follow other guidelines set up by the teacher. This is what I came up with.

Echoes of Sorrow and a Scorching Bane

October 2010

Wallowing in my own self pity

I was alone in this broken city

In hidden chambers I did mourn

Into sorrows I was born

And now the horror of shattered dreams

Rip my soul at the seams

Burning tears of maiming pain

Echoes of sorrow and a scorching bane

Crimson gashes shatter my wrists

Hidden shards in shadowed mists

Sheltered from the outside world

From the goodness I was hurled

Into irate pits of fire

Thrown away from my one desire

For someone to show that they care

For someone to notice I was there.