Biography of Emily Myers
I'm just a teenage girl, trying to survive in a small town. Writing is the therapy that soothes away all my problems, and my outlet to the world. Soon it will be my ticket out of hell.
Emily Myers Poems
Lamb To The Slaughter
Put away your mercy and tools of perfect persuasion Don't hold me here against my will on this oh so ordinary occasion My secrets lie within me, there they shall stay until my grave you're smothering the feelings to which i've become my own slave.
Twisted Bed Sheets
I awaken alone; you’re not by my side Every morning this is what I awaken to find Only an endless dream, a figment of lust I reach out to touch you, you slip away like dust
We carefully search for beauty where beauty never stood I never did attain it, I knew I never could The simple shapes of earth cannot satiate my need I need true beauty; beauty like the world can never see
Just A Girl
These embers were a fire, now my tears are dark and ashen A dream is just a dream until you put it into action 'You are just a girl', they say. I am too naïve To dream the things im dreaming, which I never can achieve
Slammed Doors And Slit Wrists
i walk in the door and i'm smothered, by people and powder and smoke not one of them knows of my story, yet all of them wanting my help take a deep breath full of toxins, exhale the tar tainted air all of them screaming and bitching at me, do they even notice i'm here?
You open me up and look inside To your dismay I'm empty Nothing worth wasting your time No sweet refreshing candy
This empty bottle is my home away from home A constant place of quiet where I know I can resolve The issues that plague me day to day I feel myself begin to slip slowly away…
Starless Starless Night
The flashing light surrounds me I look at it in awe The black of night unveiled at last The water starts to pour
A Letter To Depression
Breathing isn’t easy when the world starts to collapse Falling down in pieces my broken life lands in my lap Unseeing, I stare into a mirror and wonder if I’m worth it Picking up the razor I pretend that I’m perfect
Autumn's Last Stand
The firey leaves grasp at the branches hoping they can last- one more hour, minute
Here we are. Is this how its all got to end? A knife in the back from the one we considered a friend.
Hide And Seek
In the eyes of a little girl, burns hatred deep and cold A fire made of ice, a heart made of stone Carved from the nothingness that has been her whole life She picks apart her father's wounds, the scars from her own knife
Crying little girl who's crying from within Screaming, dying little girl whose shouts are never heard.
The Irony Of Dreaming Is Dying
The starfish cry in terror, afraid to reminisce Memories swirl around them, secrets clutched between their lips Slate gray waters churn and burn them, icy to the skin Tossed upon the shore the panic suddenly sets in
Twisted Bed Sheets
I awaken alone; you’re not by my side
Every morning this is what I awaken to find
Only an endless dream, a figment of lust
I reach out to touch you, you slip away like dust
Midnight envelops me as I fall into sleep
Running through the rain of my nightmare’s scream
I see you up ahead of me, and finally we touch
I kiss you with passion, my heart you clutch
We settle into restless peace our time is running out