Biography of Emily Reid
I'm a teenager just trying to get through the struggles of life, boys, family, and friends that don't seem to care.
Don't judge me because you have no idea what i'm going through, what i've been through or how i'm feeling. You don't know me...
Emily Reid's Works:
Emily Reid Poems
I Love You And You Don'T Care.
Fake Smiles And Lies.
I wake up each morning With another tear stained face And no matter how hard I try These tears I can't erase
Pain, Blood, Broken Dreams
Blood and Pain is all she sees. She slits her skin to find freedom. He hurt her and doesn’t know. He’s the reason she cries herself to sleep.
Floating To Escape
I float in a pool of darkness Cold presses in on me I am alone Floating aimlessly
I See Sadness In Your Eyes.
I see sadness in your eyes But all I can do is wonder why You tell me everything is alright But I know your heart is broken inside
I'M Sorry, I Wish We Could Start Over
I'M Sorry I'M Not Perfect
I'm sorry I'm not perfect I can only be me I'm sorry I'm not perfect Like the girl you want me to be
The Princess And Her Knight
In her early life, pain fell hard and fast, she thought how for sure her Knight was in the past.
I'M Sorry I'M Not Who You Want Me To Be
Tonight I wish the tears would fall down But it seems nowadays they seldom do Only imagining the possible escape They could provide me with, it's true
My wrist is cut. Blood streams down my arm. Why are you doing this to me? Why do I feel like this?
The Greatest Irony Of Love:
#1.Loving the right person at the wrong time. #2.Having the wrong person when the time is right. #3.Finding out you love someone right after they walk out of your life. #4.Falling in love and not being caught.
I'M Sorry, Will You Take Me Back?
I’m sorry I pushed you out of my life I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you Now I realize I want you Every night I feel a tear roll down my eye
You Deserve Better Than Imperfection
I'm sorry I'm not perfect, for that's what you deserve. You're wonderful in everyway, and that, sweetie, is for sure. No one makes me feel so happily inside.
Would You Care If I Died?
I want to die I cut my wrists No one sees me crying No one cares
My wrist is cut.
Blood streams down my arm.
Why are you doing this to me?
Why do I feel like this?
You have made me who I am.
A person who cries day and night.
A person who can never find happiness.
I just wanted you to know
But right now you’ll never see me glow.