This is my version of emo poetry. ^_^
Collapsing heart;
each valve too drowned in sorrow
to continue this arduous beating;
there really is no point,
not when life feels so much like death.
Everything was so simple before.
The legs go next,
down onto the concrete,
scrapes and blood unnoticed.
They meant nothing, when everything else
in the world hurt so much more.
Would there be a reason to get up again?
Each raindrop
seemed to pound in a lesson just learned
with an amused smirk,
brutally, painfully, a lesson with more meaning than anything else:
Not everything in this world of ours is good.
