The poems often found on the macintosh
air laptops of upper middle class teenagers with dark eyeliner and gay (yet somehow
awesome) skinny jeans in
crazy colors. Usually depicts their horrible suffering after all their years of opression, overcoming all the barriers and restrictions their expensive private schools have put on their individuality. And by individuality, I mean comforming to the emo stereotype.
1. "My wrists now a river of blood
My tears a forlorn ship
Drowning, sinking
Through the crimson abyss
Bleeding the
pain away
My
deep soul brooding
Yet
death's whisper
Stays so far away..."
"Enough of this emoetry, lets go to Hottopic!"