Emily Joyce

Apr 2014

Joshua Haines

I wanna fire you in my veins;
have you ruin my life
I want you to be the cancer, baby
I have to cut out with a knife

Emily Joyce Apr 2014

I always get asked why I read so much and the answer is simple really.
Its because I can escape to live and breath as someone else if only for a short amount of time.
When I'm reading I can breath again and all my problem just disappear as the word on the pages of this magnificent creation fill my mind.
Like my own personal movie acting itself out inside my head.
I read because while I may be losing my house and worrying about every little detail, Becca is moving on to college and a newer, sweeter better life. I read because even though I know its not real it still feels like it for a blissfuly small amount of time.
But really I read most of all because I love to read and the value of books, at least to me, could never be put into words.

I love to read.

#books #reading

Apr 2014

mickeydaly097

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You're stuck. You're trapped
It's keeping you in.
Mind is broken
Soul is tired
a sea of screaming lies.

The one way out
The tiny escape
It's not always open and free.
A simple lid
******* on tighter and tighter
rarely gets its chance to loosen
and break its contents free.

The mind is delicate
so easily surrounded
by a coating of plastic
shutting you inside yourself
trapped for life.

Silence can haunt your mind.
It echos off the walls.
Bouncing of plastic.

We await the day this plastic melts,
Yet also dread it's happening.
The unknown is haunting

Is it
worth
it?

Emily Joyce Apr 2014

Plastic Hearts

Plastic Hearts

A single crack is how it starts, ripping through our plastic hearts.
And as we scream and plead and beg, Our friends don’t know quite how much it hurts.
We learn to stop, learn to numb. Even if it is quite dumb.
Never allowing one to get to close. For fear of an overdose.
Because when all you’ve learned to love can leave, You don’t know what to believe.
All I’ve ever known was pain, until I found the one who kept me sane. Ripping through our plastic hearts.
One day we were ripped apart, I and my dead heart.
But every cry and plead and beg, only casts us more into the dark. Ripping through our dead plastic hearts.

Every cut and every plead
Is always met with a need
Everyday and every way
I can feel my heart dying.
Fighting to stay, fighting to slay
All we’ve ever known is pain

#sad #hearts #plastic

Emily Joyce Apr 2014

The Monster Inside

Who am I to blame?
For this monster waking from inside
Is surely going to win this time
Not sure how much more I can with hold
Unhappy with those who dare to laugh
who dare to stare, dare to mold.
I am myself it screams!
How dare you try and change me.
I will return once again, not to be locked up in this pen.
And if you should stand in my way, I hope you’re ready to pay
For I am a monster locked inside, Of a scared young girls mind
Slowly breaking down, with every awful sound
One day she will eventually break, and our revenge I will take.

#sadproblems

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