My Teddy BearAs I lay here,Hopeless and frail,I think of you, and a bond that surely fails.Questioning myself, this heart of mine,Why do I wonder?Why do I try?There is nothing there,There never has been,Though still, I cry,Unimportant,And unseen.In my state of pity and loss,These tears give me comfort,But I become cross.Im sorry I yell,Im sorry I scream,Im really not that miserable,Though thats how it seems.Ill catch my own tears,From now on,I swear.But youll always be,My teddy bear.
Screamo KidDear Journal, Mood: Rockin' hard My life is spiraling upward. I got enough money to go to the As I Lay Dying and Threats of a Massacre concert. It's great, because they play some of my favorite songs, like "Forever", "Sacred Night", and "Into the Night". And it helps that I got recording time with that guy from that band I told you about. Every day, you know: I'm a screamo kid, as hardcore as can be You'd be hardcore too, if you were just like me. I've got spikes on my arms and chains on my pants. I'm screamo enough to have my own band. 'Cuz I feel real deep when I'm banging my head, I call it freedom of expression, Most just say I need meds. 'Cuz our dudes wear Tripp pants And our chicks wear fishnets, 'Cuz screamo is one hardcore type. Blare m