My Pathetic Emo Kinda Love Story
Getting to know my crap
CHAPTER 1
Frank P.O.V.
The knife is shiny with red in my hand. I think about the names and my past and another tsunami of tears floods down. I drag the blade, starting with the tip, drawing even more of the red liquid.
Dammit. Too deep.
I shouldn't care. And I don't. Not anymore.
I used to be one of those preps. Then mom gave up, dad cried, then I almost committed suicide.
It was all too much.
Mom and dad are still fighting over the custody of us. I am now between them both.
Mocked at school, as a last result, I cut.
Things just got even worse from there.
I used to have a girlfriend, but now the only time she talks to me is to call me 'weird emo faggot.'
They don't realize how one thing can change a persons' life.
All I ever wear anymore is my skinnys and my dark t shirts and band ones. If you're asking yourself why, it's because they are about the only things I care about anymore. I would have committed suicide a long time ago but, Pierce the Veil and Crown the Empire saved me. Everyone tells me they're stupid emo bands and I shouldn't listen to them but, I do anyway. They speak a message that no one of those preps can get. To hold on. You can make it. Everyone has a story. Whether if it's being rich and getting everything you want to being a damned orphan in New Jersey.
And that is what I believe.
My grandparents are Christian. Both sides. But my mom's sure doesn't act like it. They think they're 'all that' but, in reality, they're just people who think they're better than everyone else and they have to put other people down to prove it.
My dad is in a deep depression.
My mom is off with her new boyfriend.
And everyone else has forgotten me.
I'm glad. I never wanted to be noticed.
I can never cry anymore.
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anything.
I make the good grades.
I am quiet in class and I follow the rules.
I keep to myself and never act up.
I do good in sports.
I just do what the world tells me I need to do. But it's never enough.
You know, I realized not too long ago that, I'm not even my own person. My whole life has been shaped from people I used to care about. I only care about one person now. I always have and I always will. Gerard. He doesn't realize it, and I will never say the words but, I love him. He has always been there. He has always comforted me and he even helped me to get through my first depression.
He's the nicest person but, he's highly insecure. I give him words of comfort but never believe them myself.
We have a lot in common but at the same time some things that are opposing. But there's only one thing keeping me from him.
He's a morman. Well, that and I'd never admit I love him. But the fact that he's a morman makes it almost impossible, and with the fact I'd never admit it and that I'm not good enough for him just makes it to where it isn't even in my dream zone anymore.
I'm just happy he knows my name. And I'm straight. Or am I?
But enough about me, I'm going to share my story now. So, shut the heck up, pause your music, stop scrolling through your newsfeed on Facebook, Log off of your email, and whatever shit your on and read it.
Thank you.
Frank P.O.V.
The knife is shiny with red in my hand. I think about the names and my past and another tsunami of tears floods down. I drag the blade, starting with the tip, drawing even more of the red liquid.
Dammit. Too deep.
I shouldn't care. And I don't. Not anymore.
I used to be one of those preps. Then mom gave up, dad cried, then I almost committed suicide.
It was all too much.
Mom and dad are still fighting over the custody of us. I am now between them both.
Mocked at school, as a last result, I cut.
Things just got even worse from there.
I used to have a girlfriend, but now the only time she talks to me is to call me 'weird emo faggot.'
They don't realize how one thing can change a persons' life.
All I ever wear anymore is my skinnys and my dark t shirts and band ones. If you're asking yourself why, it's because they are about the only things I care about anymore. I would have committed suicide a long time ago but, Pierce the Veil and Crown the Empire saved me. Everyone tells me they're stupid emo bands and I shouldn't listen to them but, I do anyway. They speak a message that no one of those preps can get. To hold on. You can make it. Everyone has a story. Whether if it's being rich and getting everything you want to being a damned orphan in New Jersey.
And that is what I believe.
My grandparents are Christian. Both sides. But my mom's sure doesn't act like it. They think they're 'all that' but, in reality, they're just people who think they're better than everyone else and they have to put other people down to prove it.
My dad is in a deep depression.
My mom is off with her new boyfriend.
And everyone else has forgotten me.
I'm glad. I never wanted to be noticed.
I can never cry anymore.
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anything.
I make the good grades.
I am quiet in class and I follow the rules.
I keep to myself and never act up.
I do good in sports.
I just do what the world tells me I need to do. But it's never enough.
You know, I realized not too long ago that, I'm not even my own person. My whole life has been shaped from people I used to care about. I only care about one person now. I always have and I always will. Gerard. He doesn't realize it, and I will never say the words but, I love him. He has always been there. He has always comforted me and he even helped me to get through my first depression.
He's the nicest person but, he's highly insecure. I give him words of comfort but never believe them myself.
We have a lot in common but at the same time some things that are opposing. But there's only one thing keeping me from him.
He's a morman. Well, that and I'd never admit I love him. But the fact that he's a morman makes it almost impossible, and with the fact I'd never admit it and that I'm not good enough for him just makes it to where it isn't even in my dream zone anymore.
I'm just happy he knows my name. And I'm straight. Or am I?
But enough about me, I'm going to share my story now. So, shut the heck up, pause your music, stop scrolling through your newsfeed on Facebook, Log off of your email, and whatever shit your on and read it.
Thank you.
you is back!!!! YAY!!!!
2/12/14