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Little Boy Bleeding

There once was a boy who lived without joy,
His friends called him 'Little Boy Bleeding',
When they'd go to the park he'd sit home in the dark,
Under a red light, reading.
'What's he reading?' They'd ask as he embarked on his task,
And he'd say, 'Guys my heart needs feeding.
I sit in my flat to see where I'm at,
'Cos sometimes my feelings need heeding.'

But what was he reading, this Little Boy Bleeding,
Was it Shakespeare, Shelley or Poe?
And what was he heeding while his heart was feeding,
Keenan, Yorke or Simone?
The medium he took was alas not a book,
Or a poem or play now we know,
For slowly we learned that while his heart burned,
He ingested the purest emo.

Whenever his friends tried making amends,
Or ever called him on the phone,
He'd always reply in tones somewhat shy,
'I'm alright, leave me alone.
Seriously guys, no need to advise,
Please, just leave me alone?'
Listening to sadness and songs which brought madness,
He even wrote one of his own:

"Why cannot you see that I want to be,
There like a child, kneeling.
Nobody loves death, or my wasted breath,
And why are your eyes so deceiving?
I'm missing your laugh, how did it break in half?
When it is my heart that you're stealing.
N'like a bad star, I'm falling faster,
Burning in all that I'm feeling."

But tonight while he listened his tears gently glistened,
Until down his face they were creeping.
And with pain in his mind he reached to his blind,
To cut out the light that was seeping.
With no sign of slowing the tears kept on flowing,
All over his desk they were sweeping.
Had he opened his eyes much to his surprise,
He'd have seen this tsunami of weeping.

But the boy unawares kept embracing his tears,
Flooding the words he'd been scrawling.
While his music was played, he became more dismayed
Until salty floods started falling.
Down this freshet poured, soon soaking his floor,
And the puddles just wouldn't stop sprawling.
As he sniffled his nose the tear level rose:
A torrent created by bawling.

So caught up in hurt with no thought of alert,
He failed to see this tear moat.
Up his body it rose first tickling his toes,
Then his waist and his chest, then his throat.
Then his chin and his lips, an aquafacial eclipse,
Until the sad tide sunk his boat.
Tears flooded his room and welcomed his doom,
For sadly this boy didn't float.

But what of his friends, did they meet their ends,
Or did they just carry on playing?
Well they went to his flat asking where he was at,
And inside his mother was praying.
She told them he died, “He excessively cried,
In this world he's no longer staying,
He heard emo songs which sent him quite wrong,
And that boys is all that I'm saying."
Inspired by Finch, Dashboard Confessional, and fucking emo kids.
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Nepiix Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2014
My name is Keenan. What is that reference of in line 4, paragraph 2?
Elguardiuz Featured By Owner May 3, 2014
You... have talent. lots of them.
jeffthekiller123 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
'fucking emo kids'
I'm not sure if I took this the wrong way, but do you have a problem with them?
Suntailisawsome Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I don't, cause I am one :D
jeffthekiller123 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Emo is a brand of music, suntail ;)
Suntailisawsome Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
jeffthekiller123 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It's okay. Common misconception... ;)
Suntailisawsome Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
jeffthekiller123 Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I mean it
Don't mind mr winky
Suntailisawsome Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
CholoPatrolo Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Student Writer
Emo = emotional.

Aren't all songs quite emotional?
Precisely why I don't understand this poem...

However, I do like this poem.
KittyClawss Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
not really, most are stupid
CakeandCandles Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
33rdHunter Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2013
Man I wish I could write like this. Love your texts.
NeverShoutPanda Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
wow ur poem brings up alot of memories ............. its a marvelous poem like its weird how i related to much to it
natkatmac Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012
aww poor emo kid.
even though he did have friends.. look outside the freakin window, kid!
GentleRainInBlue Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2011   General Artist
Very much lovely. :)
emd1115 Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2010
I love this. I could understand the emotions that you were portraying. I suffered from deppression very badly for a few months. I'm fine now but this poem reminds me of a poem that i once wrote. I really really love this
veronique72 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2009
wow! lol
Celestial-Navigator Featured By Owner May 26, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
I love the melodic rhythme of your prose - almost limerick like. :Love: the poem
anroe Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2009  Student Artist
it serwed him right to die like that, lowely poem, i love you writings
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bugsymoron Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2009
I love the way you write. It draws me right in. Great satire piece this is, nice one:clap:
windwater Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2006
it's absolutely BRILLIANT ^_^!!!!!!
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