Prose for the emo

Reaching but just not grabbing,
Swinging but just not catching,
Breathing but just not living,
Loving but it's just not happening.

Reaching for something I shouldn't,
Yet failling at something I should,
I wanted one that I couldn't,
Whilst hurting one that I could.

Doing stupid things at stupid times,
Writing stupid words and stupid rhymes,
Hoping they'll somehow make a difference,
For my sins, mistakes and crimes.

I can be emo too. Bite me.