My mind, like a shattered mirror

Reflecting my dark soul

Dripping the blood of my bleeding heart—

Why?

Just… why?

I am depressed. I’m not afraid to say it. I know the deep pain that can pierce your soul, make your life seem like it is spiraling out of control, so you feel so helpless the only way to get out is to end the pain, to sleep forever.

But I am not an emo.

There are people who would have us believe that their souls battle eternal torment, they want to sound poetic, sound like they are the victim of the world’s injustices.

They aren’t.

A lot of them—probably most of them—will never know that crippling pain that some people have to live with daily, they will never understand.

I defy you.

Just stop, all of you, let us suffer in peace, without having to read this drivel that you believe is confessing the deep pain of your souls, or whatever you think.

You insult us, the people who have to live this way.

I’m not saying that no emo people are depressed, I’m not saying that all emo poetry is undeserved. But you, you people. You know who you are.

Just stop.

I defy you.