A Spoken Word Piece From a 17 Year Old Named Emily
Emily lives in Chicago And would love for everyone to know that you're not alone. You'll never ever be alone!
Or should I say
Dear woman who showed me the hell that I’m forever stuck in,
The hell that you’ve created when you created all the lies,
When yet again you finished another bottle that was just opened
The hell that you made when you shoved the needle in your arm and got so high,
So high that you couldn’t see
See the little curly haired girl screaming for her mommy to hold her...
Even though you’re so high can you see me?
Can you see all the scars?
They were made just for you so maybe one you’ll finally come back here,
Come back here to hold me...
Maybe you’ve come back down
But was it to hold me or hold the bottle while I hide in the closet
And cry for daddy to come save me?
To save me from the monster that has taken over my mommy...
I see your real skin,
But that skin looks just like my mommy,
My mommy who had the bottle in one hand and the needle in the other
And the curly haired girl trapped in hell by the monster...