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Emma Apr 2019
I was violated.
My body was used as a pleasure toy.
So now, I know no pleasure of my own.

Every mere touch, embrace, kiss,
Sends me into states of panic from which I cannot escape.

Before you say, “oh maybe it was what you were wearing”,
I was violated,
In a school uniform.
#assault #victim #hope
Apr 2019 · 160
Untitled
Emma Apr 2019
You broke me,
You actually broke me,
I can never be content
Because whenever i see your face i fill up with rage, dissapointment and desperation.

Go tell your ***** she can have you,
God knows if you’re using me as excuse to stay,
The strings have been cut for you already.
But try and hurt me again,
And your whole world will crumble before you.
A letter dedicated to a sick family member
Feb 2019 · 194
Old Saying
Emma Feb 2019
The funny thing about family is
we’re told that “It’s where you feel comfort.”
Then explain to me how I have never found it,
Explain how I would prefer to leave home rather than stay?
Explain how the people who are supposed to care for me keep spinning the dagger they themselves stuck in my back.

When you find the answers to these questions
Ask yourself if this old saying has any meaning
Because I am going to need some enlightenment
So please, enlighten me.
Feb 2019 · 136
Loss
Emma Feb 2019
The greatest loss,
I ever will feel
Is losing myself

I’ve seen people around me
Lose themselves with the same issues

Yet I don’t think i’ll ever be able to
Get a grip on my own thoughts
So with this i say
That my last wish will be
That maybe i should have just
Let myself be free.
Dec 2018 · 247
A light
Emma Dec 2018
Days seem to be getting brighter,
Tastes seem to be getting sweeter
People seem to be becoming kinder.

When I started to see the light,
Is when I noticed
That I was putting myself into
The darkness.
Dec 2018 · 362
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Emma Dec 2018
.
I feel the earth sinking,
under the weight
Of my own thoughts.

I feel my heart breaking
With the hurt
You put me through.

I feel myself
Slipping away
Through the cracks
You made.
Nov 2018 · 630
Judging
Emma Nov 2018
People are too quick to judge,
Saying that you’re just too lazy.
You avoid people because you don’t want to do anything.
You panic because you make things into
A big deal.
You’re not really as depressed as you say you are,
Or else you’d already be dead.
Nov 2018 · 273
Monster
Emma Nov 2018
I’ve learnt how to hold you back during the day,
To the point where you become invisible
And i forget about your existence.

However, at night you consume me
To the point where I don’t know how I can forget about you at all...
Nov 2018 · 247
Thoughts
Emma Nov 2018
I wish I opened up more,
Maybe that’s why people get bored.
I’m so scared of being vulnerable,
That i just end up being unreachable.

If only I said what I needed to,
Maybe I wouldn’t feel like I do.
Because you only notice how bad you’re hurting,
When you’ve finally stopped worrying or caring.
Sad, I know but it’s my outlet.
Nov 2018 · 1.3k
Venting
Emma Nov 2018
I'm sad,
but I feel like I'm not sad enough.

I hate food,
but not enough to stop eating.

I hurt myself,
but not enough for people to notice.

I want to die,
but not enough to seek it.

I want happiness
but i'm too scared to lose my identity.

I'm mad,
but not enough to seek revenge.

I'm a kid,
but not enough to live my life.
I'm venting, you can ignore this
Nov 2018 · 293
My existence
Emma Nov 2018
I find comfort, in my sadness,
I feel safe, in my self deprecation.

My life, is spent thinking how i disappointed you.
My existence, isn't being taken seriously.

But I know my peace, will come,
if i ever find the courage, to achieve it.

— The End —