One Of The Worst Emo Cutting Poems Ever?
Dan loves writing poetry. In fact he’s sends reams of it daily, either via snail mail or texts. The only reason I still read them is because they are rather funny. You might think it’s cruel to laugh at someone with a mental disorder - but please remember Dan has never cut himself. He’s too much of a wuss. He draws “I hate myself” into his forearm a lot though.
He sent this to me yesterday, it’s one of his worst ones in a while. I think he must have been up all night drinking. I had to show it to mom. We were both doubled over laughing at it.
Sawing Away
Last night, I realised how great it can be
To be sawing away
When the entire town and even your parents
Think your gay
And happiness has long since
Gone astray
Sometimes it can be a lot of help
To saw away.
Sawing away takes my breath away
Sawing away is here to stay
Bed red crimson, seaping out of the crack
Is this wound too deep, heart attack?
My bedroom floor is covered in tissues
Will mother know I’ve been abusing my dignity?
Will she tell them all about my issues?
Will she tell them all about the woe?
Alas, alas, I don’t care anymore
Naked worries lost inside naked hoes
I walk along beside a burial march
Drinking cheap alcohol
And potato chips made of starch
But nothing will ever compare to sawing away…
Sawing away, sawing away,
If you’re reading this you’re probably thinking
I’m gay
But you couldn’t be more wrong.
I’m overly sensitive. I feel like crying at everything in nature.
I wept last night at a owl
I wept last night into a towel
I wept last night at a dog
I wept last night at a frog
But I wouldn’t be able to take any of it
If it wasn’t for my trusty saw.
Saw, saw, saw and my problems are
Gone, gone, gone.
Fading forever into a pale white night
Suddenly I realise that everything is shite
And that nothing really matters and death
will drive us apart
Apart..
Apart.
APART.
April 13th, 2007 at 4:33 pm
i tottaly know where you are coming from this is a deep and emotional poem that deserves so much praze i can really understan the emotion and feelings put in too this poem well done who ever wrote it.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
April 30th, 2007 at 2:06 pm
you shouldnt be makin fun of that its pretty good actualy
April 30th, 2007 at 2:07 pm
u shouldnt be makin fun of that thats pretty good actualy i think he has dun well
June 4th, 2007 at 11:00 pm
Wow. To me it actually is kinda funny. I mean yeah..its a pretty emotional poem..but to a non emo person or someone who just doesn’t like emotional poems i think this is seriously funny…
June 10th, 2007 at 2:48 pm
That poem is really funny
June 27th, 2007 at 11:11 am
Sawing away takes my breath away
Sawing away is here to stay
sawing away? so cliche…
June 27th, 2007 at 11:11 am
Sawing away takes my breath away
Sawing away is here to stay
Sawing away? So cliche
June 28th, 2007 at 3:55 pm
I like it. You can really establish a sense of sadness and depression in the poem. Dan did a good one this time!
July 22nd, 2007 at 2:29 pm
lol it’s probaly a joke but if it isn’t:
“I wept last night at a dog
I wept last night at a frog”
…what? Someone ran out of decent rhyming material.
ohhh dear the poem reeks of unoriginally and boring rhymes.
How can anyone like this poem SERIOUSLY!
July 26th, 2007 at 3:52 am
“I wept last night at a owl
I wept last night into a towel
I wept last night at a dog
I wept last night at a frog”
An owl? A frog? A SERIOUSLY good peom. With a lot of base and stuff… pffft… emo’s should all die… There is no emotional base there. It’s some gender confused kid who should masterbate more and wear less make-up.
July 27th, 2007 at 12:01 am
That was pretty good. Why don’t more people like poetry?! And am I like the only guy who has found this website? It was like a total accident but It’s pretty good to read.
August 26th, 2007 at 6:14 am
you arn´t the only guy, by the way Phil. The Poem is very good. You can fell what Dan is putting in words, the sadness, the pain, all of it… Well done Dan!!!
October 9th, 2007 at 12:38 am
i gess it’s pretty good…..but u should of put something like..i pledge allegiance to the emo’s, who used to sing in the rain, but now they find their blood is drained just to blind all the pain, pain pain go away just kill me now, not another day, under a nation of darkness we all stand against the world but under their command , death will free us this we know, we all go to hell , where our tears are freely shown, so to the emo society our xxlovexx is shown
October 9th, 2007 at 1:05 pm
@ “the sadness, the pain” =)))
October 10th, 2007 at 10:18 pm
i bet you all motherfuckers who hate emo poetry cant write a good poem [better than this one] -w-
October 15th, 2007 at 3:18 am
Okay so if Emo’s are as you say they are then god I’m glad I’ve never seen one! Funny thing is I’m emo myself and gosh I don’t do ANY of the things you mentioned!
Now since you described me sooooooo well (being sarcastic) let me describe what I think about you! Your a tall girl, blonde hair, green eyes. You think the world of your self and anyone who looks diffrent to you, you skit until they run for ‘mommy’. You supposedly hate all emos but yet you took your precious time to make a whole website about them when you could have been doing your hair yet again or applying yet more make-up to your caked face. Your a BIG prep and think all the guys like you (but what you don’t know is that when they get a lil something off of you they chat about you behing your back). You really love Pete Wentz and everything to with emo but your tooo ashamed to admit it to your preppy ‘girlfriends’ and your also a lesbian but your to afraid to admit that also so you cover it up by shagging every ‘hot’ guy in sight!Either that or your a compleate transexual and no one knows, whatever the case your one ugly mutha fucker who hides behind a ton of make-up and a heck of a lot of toilet roll down your top. On a scale of 1 to 10 how close was I in describing you? Couldn’t have been any worse than your description of emos no could it?
I think I speak for all emos when I say GET A LIFE DIPSHIT!!!!
November 1st, 2007 at 7:46 pm
I can’t believe you. I’m not emo myself, I’m very much happy with my life, I’m pure straight edge (no drinking/drugs), I have stellar grades, and if this is what convinces you, I shop at American Eagle and Abercrombie/Hollister.
Now, moving on. How the hell can you be so cruel!? How can you say things like this about your BOYFRIEND. I’ve gone through some of your stuff, I mean the emo hair was funny, but god how do you talk about your BOYFRIEND like that?! What gives you the right to treat another human being like that? Sure, those “emos” who sit outside of city hall smoking pot are bad. People are you are worse. People who don’t know what tolerance is.
November 3rd, 2007 at 1:25 am
I don’t think her boyfriend really seriously wrote this poem ….
Is it just me that thinks this site is a piss-take?
November 7th, 2007 at 8:55 pm
Holy shit man, that was deep
November 10th, 2007 at 5:13 am
man actually u are pretty gay i spent 3 hours looking for emo websites to makeof this byfar is so stupid and retarded its not funny and whoever infact ur mom shud tell the about ur problems THIS SUX SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!:]
November 18th, 2007 at 3:16 am
how culd u b soo mean 2 ur boyF? y r u wif him if yooh thnk hes soo pathetic?
March 5th, 2008 at 12:29 pm
i actually liked this poem and all you haters can screw off!
March 18th, 2008 at 2:06 pm
wow this is really an amazing poem.not that im gay cuz im a ckik but im sorta bi and i understand,ive cutted myself and sometimes everyone is against me and the only thing that helps is to blame myself,cut myself,or cry long hours….YOUR AWESOME!!!:D
ps if u wanna send me mail my yahoo is http://www.america_castro137@yahoo.com
April 1st, 2008 at 9:06 am
Hi um that wow was good i no what your going through.
April 15th, 2008 at 5:09 am
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ur………………………………………………Peeee!!!
May 14th, 2008 at 2:21 pm
Hahaha, you guys. I can’t believe anyone can take this seriously. Then again, perhaps I’m too old (17) to understand the pain of acne and wanting to be gay so that you can defy society. Although why do you stay with him when he seems like such a douche? He’s either really very pretentious or have some -actual- problems as opposed to wanting some.
“Saw saw saw and my problems are gone gone gone”. That sounds like something out of a Jacqueline Wilson book.
May 17th, 2008 at 6:29 pm
thats.really.sad.to.make.fun.of.him.,.posting. his.poem.saying.he.has.a.mental.disorder.i.think. your.the.one.with.the.disorder.,.what.kind.of. sick.person.does.that.anyway.and.you.called.him.a
wuss.for.not.cutting.too.wow…are.you.
encouraging.it?
June 19th, 2008 at 7:50 am
i think this is really good and i think you should write more
June 19th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
he he luv dat pome, i kno a few people lik dat, dey mak me laf. Not 2 shur if it akchuly is a poem though, itreads more lik a song (pls pls sumwun set it to music, that wud just kil!. I can’t believe that sum peeps ar postin 2 say dat dey appriciate it as a serios work though, mebbe they should havea bit of a study of sum reel pomes befor they become literary critics (Marvel, Lovelace and Plath are v. good, v. depressin, i tink day wer emos befor dere time
July 14th, 2008 at 6:48 pm
it’s a good poem and all but u really don’t understand wat emo is….like just about every one else in this hell-hole we call earth. anywayz..just cuz u cut ur self don’t men u r emo.im not emo but i’ve cut myself for 2 years.understand wat ur writing about before u write it.
August 4th, 2008 at 2:26 am
My heart is sad and really low
I want to cry and let tears flow.
Pain in my body hurting me so,
from the top of my head
to the tips of my toes.
Can’t stand on my feet
while cutting the grass….
had to slip on the hill
and land on my ……..
So boo-boo’s I got
on the inside and out,
am hurting so much
that I just want to shout.
Look at me now
not worth a dime,
out of commission,
just a waste of time.
Does anyone worry
that the grass is high?
Do they worry about me?
I wonder…..and sigh.
What is my value
what is my worth?
you shouldnt skit him because then your skiting me and many others and are being inconsiderable maybe the dude has issues u telling the world doesnt help you know
luv u dan x x
August 23rd, 2008 at 1:05 am
hahahaha what a huge heap of shit!
really… please, saw saw saw away and leave us be without your way!
we dont need suicidal mainiacs in this world!
sorry to sound so harsh btw!
September 3rd, 2008 at 3:16 am
AT LEAST HE IS EXPRESSING HIMSELF. I TOO WANT TO BECOME A WRITER AND I LOVE TO WRITE. I CAN RELATE. I HAVE TO ADMIT THOUGH, MY “EMO” POEMS ARE A LITTLE BETTER.
GOT THE FOLLOWING PUBLISHED:
See the darkness, a shadow in the night
Cloaked in hate, cursed by light
Revulsion shapes its ugly eye
Marked with fear, you can’t deny
Jealousy it shows of
Light itself and true love
But as it cowers in despair
Life is cruel, it doesn’t care
That darkness washed my soul away
Trapped my heart like its prey
It ensnared me, held me down
Wrapped me in its shredded gown
Tried to take me where it dwells
In the depths of hating hells
I breathed its evil, pure abhorrence
Felt mixed emotions in drafty torrents
I was a slave, said things that weren’t meant
Fury, on others I would vent
Then light found me, my soul’s shadow
Helped me up, healed my sorrow
From black to white, all reversed
At once I found, I escaped the curse
Light gave me my heart and soul
But my feelings, it can’t console
I’m here now, almost free
But something isn’t here with me
The journey isn’t over yet
I know what’s happened, I can’t forget
With myself I’ll make a pact
I swear my essence, I’ll get back
IM A PROUD EMO…
September 9th, 2008 at 1:17 am
Bloody Bathrobe
As you slit your wrists with razors,
As you feel self pity to yourself,
As your blood soaks up the carpets,
Do you think of us your friends?
As your eyes role up to heaven,
As we enter the room,
As you stop breeding.
Do you think of us you fool?
As we cry before your dying body,
As we dial 911,
As we turn to pasty ghost faces,
Do you think you’re the only one?
And was our love not good enough for you?
Do you think inside we don’t bleed?
Could you have lived for us?
And concurred depression that cursed disease.
It didn’t matter how you did it,
Hung or banged up by a train,
Or drink or an overdose,
Anyway is all the same.
You see we all have ways to kill ourselves,
Some tear up their delicate soul,
Some through addiction,
Others by playing safe life roles.
So as we stand beside your grave,
It rains forever more,
Think of us your friends,
But you cant anymore.
We kill ourselves in other ways,
So many to explain,
The dreams we failed to break,
The lack of childhood sayings,
Some by over consumption,
Others by bottled pride,
Some hide it with lack of tears,
Others by killing lies.
You dear child stand for all those that kill themselves a slow,
The friends we can’t rescue,
Their addiction cutting at them so,
Their faults breaking them to cold.
Life is a continuous funeral,
With 911 on speed call,
The rain always pouring,
The bloody bathrobe always on the wall.
September 16th, 2008 at 6:57 pm
I know too well how you feel.
I’d love to hear back from you?
You seem the person I’d love to get to know.
Sometimes its nice to talk.
mosh-with-me-x@hotmail.com
September 17th, 2008 at 11:05 pm
I am grand Kassy. The poem is more like a metaphor than anything else. You know like the friends you cannot rescue from themselves no matter how hard you try. I have a lot good friends, so talk loads.I am generally very happy person. The sad side comes out in my poems.
October 23rd, 2008 at 11:41 am
thats is the biggest load of shit go get help fucker
November 5th, 2008 at 9:57 pm
Jeeez. That was hilarious.
“I wept last night at a owl
I wept last night into a towel
I wept last night at a dog
I wept last night at a frog”
Oh my god, I am going to be laughing at this for days.
November 15th, 2008 at 5:38 pm
i think it was good better then my poetry mine are kinda weird
November 16th, 2008 at 6:44 pm
nice here is one of my own
the tears i shed
the blood i cry
one by one
so people will die