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..."
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.