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Em Quinn Mar 2018
if i took my life,
the clouds would continue to form,
and the earth would still spin like it always has.
every day,
millions of children would take millions of buses to millions of schools,
and no one would know my name or my story.
no one would care enough to try to learn it.

if i took my life,
they'd light a candle or two in memory,
but only for a day.
girls with fake tears would claim they cared about me.
i had never talked to them before.
still, they'd lie.

if i took my life,
every flower would continue to grow,
every tree would still stand tall.
every child would look up into their mother's eyes, just the same as always.
the world wouldn't change because of another death, another loss.
and i'd be happier.

happier than i am now, at least.
i've had a rough couple days.
Em Quinn Mar 2018
if you’re on drugs for a while,
you start to forget how you started.
now, when the doc asks me how the meds are,
i always say “fine.”

"i'm losing myself, but i'm fine."
something is missing but i don't know what it is.
Em Quinn Mar 2018
her face reminded me of winter,
beautiful and serene one moment,
cold and unforgiving the next.
upset is not enough of a word to describe what it feels to be heartbroken.
Em Quinn Feb 2018
I don't think I'm in love with him.
Not anymore, at least.
Now it's more than just him.
I think I'm in love with love.
Being in love,
Feeling loved,
Knowing that someone is there.
Holding hands in a crowded hallway
With confidence.
A kiss that wasn't a cruel dare.
Someone to wipe away tears,
Steady my breathing,
Something more.
It's just that
He was the first time I met love,
But now I feel like we're strangers.
He was the reason I pushed love away.
And now love has left me.

I've found that searching doesn't do much good.
i've been feeling quite rough the past few days...
Em Quinn Feb 2018
there are...
cruel fireworks,
booming behind my back.
you seem to think that makes you better.
i think that's not right.
mistakes are made sometimes,
it comes with life.
just as a wave in the sea lasts only a few moments,
a regretful choice only takes toll as long as you let it.
so why?
i've said my apologies,
i've tried to keep moving forward.
your feet stick to conflict as if it is tar,
and your words crash in an ear that is deaf to the noise.
recently i recieved a hearing aid,
composed of a cold depression.
it looks for those words and now,
i cannot ignore them.
i'm sorry, and i'll say it a million times.
but despite this new hearing aid,
i haven't heard...
"sorry."
this is a not-so-indirect poem about the seniors at my school, who seem to think i'm the enemy.
Em Quinn Feb 2018
you....
you were the only time,
i've ever let myself know what love feels like,
and you
d e s t r o y e d  m e.
because of   Y
                      O
                         U,
I'm afraid to feel anything but sadness.
and now my heart...
it BURNS with anger,
because the love is still here in my heart.
every.
     ******* i n g.
            moment.
you made me hate me.

you made me hate  l
                                     o
                                        v
                                           e.
but still i let you manipulate me.
Em Quinn Feb 2018
three bright summer days,
letting myself fall for you...
what a sad mistake.
i'm sorry i wasn't enough.
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