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emmie Apr 2021
I did not leave you to f*ck him,
I left you because I wasn't happy
I left you because you never made time for me
I left you because you said I was too clingy
I left you because you didn't appreciate me
I left you because you never texted back
I left you because you made me feel worthless

And now that I've left you,
You say that I sent nudes to other guys while we were together
You say that I lied to you
You say that I cheated
You say that I have nothing in common with you
You say that I am a *****
You say that I made a mistake that ****** you off

after we broke up.
emmie Apr 2021
You always say that you have to go… but is it just that you don’t want to talk to me over text anymore? because … i gtg, bye
emmie Apr 2021
Not telling me you care
Not responding
Not asking me if i’m okay
Never being the first one to talk
Not saying anything when I text you at night
Making me feel worthless
Making me hate my life
Lying
Making me sad
Making me feel like I care about you and like you more than you care about me and like me
Making me feel like it was my fault
Being the highlight and the lowlight of my day
Letting me down
Making me feel left out
Making me cry myself to sleep
emmie Apr 2021
He said that he would catch her
Come, he said
I’ll catch you

So she jumped
But he saw another
And left her to break

He said he would
Break my fall,
He lied, and I died.
emmie Apr 2021
The sand I say,
is hard to hold
just like the stars

They are plentiful,
but picking just one
and keeping it
is hard

Somebody may have already
chosen that one
and lost it,
just as you will


So enjoy laying in the sand,
looking up at the stars,
as they will not last forever.
emmie Apr 2021
I need you,
more than you could ever know,
or need me back.

Because it’s so much worse
than you think it is.

To be me,
and to live my life,
is like living in hell,
right next to an unreachable
Heaven.

Because if you live like I do,
then you know what it’s like.

A demon,
living inside of you,

Scratching at your veins
to get out,
to escape.

But it’s trapped,
it always has been,
and it always will be;
because it’s NEVER getting out.
emmie Apr 2021
My chest is burning,
My heart is racing,
My hands are shaking,
My mind is exploding

The pain,
Is back

The familiar choking,
Like a ghost has its hands wrapped around my throat

The non stop sweating,
Like the whole world is on fire, just for me

The throbbing in my head,
And the pounding of my heart,
Like a drum beating inside of my body

Does it ever stop?

The answer,
I’m afraid

Is no.
This poem is about my struggle with anxiety, and constantly having panic attacks. Me and my mom thought that it was just heart burn, but then I was diagnosed with severe anxiety.
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