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I'm a depressive pessimist and fuckin' bipolar
She's amazingly beautiful, and I can't control her.
Forgetting she's his now, I'm smiling, everything's great,
I see those eyes, that hair, her halo, I can't wait.
I feel like Sammy Jankis when I feel her embrace,
momentarily ecstatic, my heart quickens its pace.
It will end in heartbreak, but this time will it heal?
I now know she's gone, I'd forgotten how this feels.
She'll walk away happy with him arm in arm,
I'll lay in bed crying, contemplating self harm.
I wrote this pussy poem instead of bleeding tonight,
Finished it in darkness, too scared of the light.
'cuz I'd look in the mirror and see my fears,
The gates to my soul, dripping my tears.
I'm sick of this love shit and I've had my fill,
I have to block out these feelings and so I will.
I'll see her again, though I have no clue when,
you can bet when I do though, I'll pick up a pen.
Write another emo poem, and add it to the list,
or even be like Lenny, and ink it to my wrist.
That way I'd never forget this feeling of pain,
And all of these poems weren't written in vain.