Poems from Emily.Byron123

Hi, I'm Amelie. I'm an extremely (and I mean extremely) sensitive writer from Orange, CA. I've suffered from depressed writer syndrome since I was a kid. I've been published in a few magazines but nothing over the top. That's about it!
This poem is extremely personal to me, I don't normally share it.    Selling tickets to the mind Forcing words that didn't belong to me...
Try to drug me with useless words But I won't buy your igorant high
She does not feel her matted gray hair Her bare callused stained feet Her legs embellished with scars The blood mercilessly dripping from...
I stood up and asked my mind if I was in control. My mind said yes. So I asked my mind how it was speaking. It didn’t respond. Perhaps it...
Wrote this one when I was twelve:   Sitting in a corner of a dark room, No one notices your pain Like a stab through your soul Bloody tears...

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