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Jan 2016 · 719
Winter.
Emmer-lee Jan 2016
You made flowers grow in my throat in the form of laughter only to tell me your true name is winter and they will soon die.
They will be replaced by alcohol and sobbing at 2am alone in my room until I cannot feel anything anymore.
You will be the worst winter I have seen and I have seen bad winters.
My mind will be that car flipped over railing after losing it on an icy road
It will not matter when Spring comes along because Spring will not have a chance, for I died on that icy road when I found that thin piece of metal that was not made to **** me.
Jan 2016 · 450
One Hundred and Eight.
Emmer-lee Jan 2016
Tiny, small, sad, and meek
I haven’t eaten in a week
Afraid I’ll gain another pound
Why can’t I just ******* drown?
Fat, fat, fat is all I see
This is the 5th time today that I can’t ******* breathe
Can’t stand to gain more weight
For I’m already too heavy at one hundred and eight.
This isn't about me(I'd be dead at 108). It's just something I wrote this morning(or evening.. it's 4:11pm)
Oct 2015 · 365
ly
Emmer-lee Oct 2015
ly
I am so lonely
and it is so sad
I am so sad
Oh God am I sad

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