It’s funny, I can handle failing a test, getting rejected from an interview, getting fired from job, slipping and falling on my face in the middle of a crowd of people… I just smile and forget about it…. but I have an emotional crisis whenever I get my heart broken.

What do you do to heal a broken heart? (personally I mean, what works for you?)

Me, I take a couple of days off and cry alone in my bed, watching episodes of Ally McBeal (she is just like me – always picking the wrong guys) and drinking lots of diet coke, then I throw myself into work and spend countless hours at the gym doing weight lifting and kickboxing (I like to imagine him as the punching bag)… then I usually swear off love and men for a long time…. then one day this man always comes along restores my faith in love only to hurt me again…. this time I think I am swearing off love for good. I am getting too old for this emotional tossing and turning! From this point on, I vow to be alone!!! Alone is much better than this torture.

Tags: ally mcbeal, broken heart, countless hours, couple of days, crowd, crowd of people, diet coke, emotional crisis, Faith, Funny, Heart Broken, job, long time, love, punching bag, smile, torture, vow, weight lifting, wrong guys

have no titles, so i’ll just number them for your convenience

1:
People see me and say emo
People meet me and say fine
People talk to me and say good person
People know me and I say about time

People see me and say emo
So what, maybe I am
I like dark colors, I cry, I cut
But they don’t know me, so I tell them shut up

People meet me and say fine
Well, I try to cover the truth
No one sees the soul inside,
The pain and torment that I hide

People talk to me and say good person
Well, I try my best to please
I may be a good person
But these people still don’t know me

People know me and I say about time
All I ask is listen and talk,
Not just to speak and hear
Do this, and gain respect, and you will always have a friend in me.

2)
Don’t label me I say
By the color of my skin
By the clothes that I wear
Or what you label my kin

I wish not to be known
As emo goth or punk
As scene prep or nerd
But as the individual I am

I am an individual
A girl who’s one in a million
A single person in a crowd
I am unique, if you must label, label me as such

3) (please note that this one is relatively sad, and is more "free-form" poetry)

A quite cemetery nestled in the woods
The shadow of a gothic church covers people in darkness
Surrounding the casket young and old, dressed in black, and coated in sorrow
Slowly lowered into the ground, my friends cry even more
Tears are shed as soil covers the casket and flowers are put on top
People slowly leave, and when all are gone, one last person steps out of the shadows, bends down and cries
The one I loved, and lost to leave
He puts a black rose on my grave and takes out a blade
He said we would never part, I wish he lied

Thanks for reading, and critisize as much as needed, I just write poetry as a kind of "therapy" so to speak, but I want to improve, so any comments, even if you think they are horrible because of the writing, feel free to tell me, to be honest, I don’t like them much myself, but want to know what you think.
sorry they are so long!

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