A disorder caused by adolescences who are unable to cope with the effects of puberty, and thus become "emo" by dressing in tight black clothing, go against pop-culture, cut themselves and mope around because "nobody understands them"
by DonkeyDiddy March 24, 2009
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writen by jeff hardy like this one writen abput his wrestling life and girlfreind life mixed and how he wonders if she isses him as hes flying from town to town doing wwe shows
writen by jeff hardy like this one writen abput his wrestling life and girlfreind life mixed and how he wonders if she isses him as hes flying from town to town doing wwe shows
Empty Tank
Here I am again...tired from not sleeping...Sad from not loving.
I feel miserable again...here on this plane...Here on this earth.
I've done it again...I stayed out all night.
I feel it again...I dred this flight.
Why?
Because I'm sick...Sick of being owned...
I write because I'm sick...Sick of being known.
If I was normal...Would she like me the same?
If I was just a stock boy...Would she still enjoy my name?
I'd like to think she does and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should.
I'm gonna lean my head against this window...Close my eyes and go to sleep.
I'll wake up in the next town...With thoughts beyond deep.
The days will go by as I will just act.
As the days go by I can only look back...At the good times...the fun.
At the bad times...the fun.
I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her...I wonder if she waits to see me...I wonder if she waits?
I'd like to think she did and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should.
My heart is so curious...My mind is so blank...Without you I'm lost...
I am an empty tank.
-emoerty by jeff hardy
Here I am again...tired from not sleeping...Sad from not loving.
I feel miserable again...here on this plane...Here on this earth.
I've done it again...I stayed out all night.
I feel it again...I dred this flight.
Why?
Because I'm sick...Sick of being owned...
I write because I'm sick...Sick of being known.
If I was normal...Would she like me the same?
If I was just a stock boy...Would she still enjoy my name?
I'd like to think she does and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should.
I'm gonna lean my head against this window...Close my eyes and go to sleep.
I'll wake up in the next town...With thoughts beyond deep.
The days will go by as I will just act.
As the days go by I can only look back...At the good times...the fun.
At the bad times...the fun.
I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her...I wonder if she waits to see me...I wonder if she waits?
I'd like to think she did and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should.
My heart is so curious...My mind is so blank...Without you I'm lost...
I am an empty tank.
-emoerty by jeff hardy
by wwe fan 007 February 11, 2009
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Brittany: that MCR song totally planted an emoberry in my soul and i was mad pissy for the rest of the day
by xapplexpiezx February 3, 2010
Get the emoberry mug.The state of becoming selfish, vain, and egotistical to the point where people whom you care about (ex. friends, family, girlfriends/ boyfriends, lovers, and past girlfriends/ boyfriends) have left you and/or decide that you are being too much of a lamo to even tolerate at which point you being too obsess with people and/or circumstances that are beyond all reasonable possibilities and become a stalker.
An ex boyfriend who follows you at work asking why you are with your current boyfriend instead of him, and sends you an untold amount of messages on the internet asking you to come back to him, and spends the rest of his time sulking and crying to his other friends..... this is Emoberry
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