Poems from emmajane17
I don’t know how
my broken soul
managed to let you inside
with your smiles, sweetness,
toxic scent
fateful smile
you broke through my...
Suicide is a scary word
But not as risky as losing her
Who she grew up to become, nobody knew
For the job she wore was already through
So...
Freedom has never tasted so much like vinegar
But I hope you pursue her
Instead of lurking around me
Like a homeless puppy on the streets...
I am a survivor.
I have yet to survive poverty
Nor hunger, abuse, or a bed-less home
I call myself a survivor
Because I escaped
Almost...
But I love him
Though he hurts my soul
Am I important?
Or is the other version of me who he wants?
But his hoodie is soft
Even if he isn...