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Stories about Emo
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Just one more time she promises herself as the rusty blood stained blade slides across her scarred arm as the crimson blood came out of her
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“We’re here, we’re hurting, and you need to fucking see that.”
-Shade.
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She is flat against the forlorn floor,
Her dead eye caps emanate drops no more,
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ee, when I moved from New Jersey, I expected farmland and farm kids to dot this little state, expecting myself to be the cool, unique city
by FireBurnsAlone
200 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 23 8:09 PM. In Cutter, Drama, Emo, Goth, Love, Punk, Sad, Social, Teenager, Weird
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September 5 20071 / 6:59a.m2 / Okay, so last night, Gaby called Ryan with me on the phone, but he didn’t know. So I was listening to there conversation. Gaby asked R
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sitting alone / no one with you / no one at all / forgotten / forgetting /
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At night I sit alone and watch the shadows dance around. I hold my breath and listen yet, silence is the only sound. I reach for some comfort yet feel no embrace. I am tired of the emptiness and loneliness of this place. I ca
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At night I sit alone and watch the shadows dance around. I hold my breath and listen yet, silence is the only sound. I reach for some comfort yet feel no embrace. I am tired of the emptiness and loneliness of this place. I ca
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"Rick, this is for you.." Alex handed me the charcoal he kept from when we burnt down the old shed in year 7. I reached out and held his co
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My hands shook as I pick up the large, kitchen knife. This was it, the end. But it is not my fault. Everyone around me wanted it...Mom told
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Why am i always treated like dust?that question always runs through my mind. my brothers hit me,they don't get into trouble. i hit back, i get into trouble. my parents beat me.i cannot run from this torture any longer. if i d
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As the knife cutts deep into her skin she began to remember her family,and friends, then the problems that distanted her from them all.As s
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I turn on the music to drown out angry voices. It doesnt quite work: the yelling worms through the notes into my ears as a muted whispering, like listening to fireworks underwater. "First thing in the morning?" i silently sig
by QuestionSleep
300 words, 3 comments,
on Jun 22 5:15 PM. In Abuse, Depression, Drama, Emo, Family, Fragment, Glass, Pain, Personal, Sad, Teen
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Chapter Two-- Beautiful Disaster1 / Vlad stared, transfixed, at Meridith's lustrous glossy hair, braided with long pink silk ribbons that shone like liquid love. He couldnt see her face (she was
by QuestionSleep
1900 words, 2 comments,
on Jun 22 5:09 PM. In Bullying, Dark, Emo, Fanfiction, Love, Romance, School, Teen, Vampires, Vladimir tod
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This is not a small cut thats bleeds / and scabs and flakes and heals / It lasts forever, a scar / twisting down my life. / the physical, a sign of strife. / And i'm not afraid to bleed / and cry / and die /
by QuestionSleep
400 words, 1 comment,
on Jun 21 1:34 PM. In Angst, Cutting, Dark, Depression, Emo, Life, Pain, Personal, Poem, Poetry, Sad
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The Ending of an emo.
Lucas was Fed up of life, at the age of fourteen, fed up of this misery and pain!
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by karmakid523
<100 words, 2 comments,
on Jun 15 7:26 PM. In Dark, Death, Depression, Emo, Fiction, Love, Other, Romance, Vampire, Young adult
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1 / She pierces her skin with a blade, dragging it slowly slowly downwards. Sweet pain overtakes her, making her body shiver and shudder as she watches a steady flow of substance flow out, follow
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I lock myself in my room,1 / Solitude engulfs me and fills me with gloom,2 / But despite of this, my thoughts keep running,3 / Encroach
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1 / I found myself23 / I found myself and ran away,
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1 / The blonde fifteen year old lied on the floor, sprawled out like an eagle, shedding tears that tell stories of pain,
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Once Upon a time there was a boy. His name was Johnny, but he preferred to be called "Bloody Tears Of Eternity," ... And he was emo. And on this sad and lonely night, he was dressed in tight womens pants and standing in the m
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Dear Brother,1 / What has happened to you? You came from being this nice and caring human being, to an undescribable person. I don't know what's happened to you, but I don't like
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Chill night air eased in from the open window, carressing my skin with gently tingling bumps and encaseing me in a cool, motionless atmosphere. The full moon was crested above on a calm sea of cloudless black and shone its bl
by QuestionSleep
500 words, 2 comments,
on May 16 4:34 PM. In Angst, Dark, Death, Depression, Emo, Pain, Personal, Sad, Suicide, Teen
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Dear Daddy,1 / Do you remember those times you gave me bruise after bruise?How about those cuts. Surely you remember those. Oh but wait, th
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Should I live or should I die,1 / That 'tis the question.2 / I think about this,3 / Day and night,4 / Wha
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one of my stories venting out some teenage angst.
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go'n read for yourself 
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