Emo Poem

Every day I'm crying, every day I'm trying.
Every day I'm dying, every day I'm sighing.
Every night I'm crying, every night I'm trying.
Every night I'm dying, every night I'm sighing.
Never ending, never stopping.
Never ceasing, never halting.
Is there no one out there for me?
To know that there's peace for me to see?
Is there no one out there that could make me smile?
Or to walk in my shoes, even if it's a mile?
I hate that I'm crying, knowing every night I'm always trying.
I hate that I'm dying, knowing every day I'm always sighing.
Could it be, that there is no one for me?
Could it be, that there is no peace for me to see?
Always crying, always trying.
Always sighing, always dying.
Never ending, never stopping.
Never ceasing, never halting.
Always running away, can't find a place to stay.
Always going to place to another, knowing that there is no other.
I can't find a way to part, because of this, there a deep pain in my heart.
My eyes are puffy all through the night, but I know that I can't give up this fight.
Staying up late just thinking of you, the only thing is that I don't know what to do.
Always quiet, always silent
Always yelling, always violent
Just talking to you makes me cry, always knowing that I can't try.
Just talking to you makes me wanna die, but knowing that I can't, I always sigh.
There is a hole in my heart that is ever so deep, but these secrets that I've hold, I know that I can't keep.
You make me cry, you make me die
you make me try, you make me sigh.
Knowing my mistakes but I do not regret, to realize this, my heart I must set.
I can never try, I can never cry
I can always sigh, I can always die.
Why haven't you realize your play in this part? The emptiness that you left in my heart.
Why haven't you notice that pain you caused me? Or are you blind that you cannot see?
Always hiding, always biding
Never stopping, never copping.
What can I do to be part of your life? Or if I did, that would causes a strife?
I hate this crying, I hate this sighing
I hate this trying, I hate this dying.
I hate this hurting, I hate this pain
I hate this stuffing that making a strain.
Now you know how I feel, all these layers, I need to peel
Now you know that this must end, so until next time, goodbye my friend.