EMO

I've seen you there,
cutting blood on the street corner
and weeping into eachother's shoulders.
I've seen you there,
With brand new iPods
and new store-bought torn jeans.
I've flipped through your yearbooks
and watched the inevitable transformation
more and more awkward until a literal
fade to black.
You seem so sad-
and I think I know why-
because it's true that it's hard
to think forward
when the horrid echoes from your past
ring so loudly in your ears.