Yet More Emo Homebound Poetry...

Blood is thicker than water...that is what they say. But in truth, so are a lot of things."---Gemma Doyle in The Sweet Far Thing

You talk like I am waste
Scum on the bottom of old shoes
Screaming schrieking words
Slamming me like fists
They beat me down.

But in the bruises I find hope
Like Angels on my shoulders
They tell me I am presious.
I am worthy of my blood.

Sometimes I smile
As the blows rain down
Angels whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
They say it won't be long

Old School Home-Bound Poetry

"Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive"--- Josephine Hart

You've pushed me down for far too long
And now I'm growing to be strong
What's done is done
You think you've won
And that that you'll
Pass this test

I'm seeing through your lies
I'm all that you've got left
I'm damaged, broken
Few marbles left
And yet
I see that I've Survived

Let's see how you handle it.
This world of spite and hate
You'll wish for hope
You'll seek you're death,
Some solace help.
Sometimes it comes too late.