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Ems

Not worth a title

chronic illness girlie

i feel my body was built to rot,
placed into a casket, not a cot.
please, love, don’t give me that look,
the one saying 'dry your tears’.
i’ll be gone before it ends, this year.
hold me, my sickle body aching.
made to die, made for breaking.

Altre opere di Ems...
Little drunk

Drunk Done up A bow in my hair We hugged I fought
Self Objectification

The indescribable joy I feel, He says body is something of beaut… How loved I felt, how worthy of i… He told me he couldn’t stop starin… My figure, my movements, myself.
Thanatophobia

I feel sick to my skin, Simply thinking of your beautiful… Reducing to bones.
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Cotton filled friends

Every night without fail, Before letting myself drift off to… I line up my stuffed animals, All of them tucked under the cover… Surrounded, crowded, loved.
 2
Indifference

You used to tell me to stop, When I would apologise too much, For things I shouldn’t have to. I did anyway. You used to make me tired.
 2
Stargazing

Chills run down my neck. The crisp night air, Solitude within thousands of stars… You cross my mind, I scream at myself for caring.
 1
Needs and Wants

I want, What I want, What you can’t accept. You want, What you want,
Wallflower

I work better as a concept. I want you to be able to touch me, But my skin turns to a butterflies… The moment you lay your eyes on me… The second you walk through the do…
 1
‘Change’

Spend a year, Living out of a cardboard box. Washing yourself in your own spit, Not purchasing a single piece of s… Because you’re helping,
I Pity your Child.

“Drunk words, sober thoughts.” So when I was serving you that ni… You had been watching me. Your wife and daughter, sat next t… Shot after shot, you had everyone,…
Potential Last Words

I am writing this on the bathroom… This is less of a poem, more a col… It’s funny to think that my body i… Well, it’ll be funnier if I survi… For me it’s a staple in life.
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Blue meets Yellow

And though my eyes are almost shut… I’ll let them stay heavy for a whi… If I fall asleep now, Tonight will turn from reality to… And while they’re wasn’t anything,
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Funeral prep

As gross as it is to admit it, I can feel the beads of sweat form… It’s 30 degrees outside, I’m in t… Surrounded by cardboard boxes. Filled with memories,
A past love

Months pass, and I can’t keep mys… I no longer long for you, nor need… I don’t fear being alone, but I f… My mind plays games I am unaware…
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Denial as Usual

It’s a challenging thing, trying to accept that you actually have some value as a human being. That someone, somewhere has to care about you in some capacity, when all you’ve ever been ...
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