Poems from emi1ynic01e
Two days clean,
All down the drain,
To myself, I’m mean,
I just don’t feel the pain.
Through the cuts, the blood seeps out,
all across my...
Three beds in a row. Hard like concrete. Nailed to the ground. Three disturbed teenagers silently sitting, all with one thing in common....
On her arm, not in pen, lady writes a phrase, not the most safe way, but with a razor blade. she feels like no one loves her, no point to...
She’d still be alive. He wouldnt be at Harborview…. She’d be smiling, laughing… Making those ridiculous weed mustaches. If I could change...
I don’t know what got me here… I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t know who brought me… the last thing I remember is saying goodbye world....