She spent her nights picking out her outfit for the next day. Some nights she spent all her time wondering if she was even going to make it to tomorrow. Her lips were cracked and when she spoke her voice shook. She was Damaged, hurt, misunderstood and her name was Emma.
Emma could wear anything and it would suit her, but she was insecure, wore heavy makeup and when the time would come to go home she would sit in her room, loud music and blurry nights.
Emma had a dirty secret that made people wonder about her and her character as a person but no one knew the truth except for me, i too had that secret and it haunted me for far too long because i made the same mistakes she did and his name was Andrew.
She was more damaged than i and i was shattered to pieces, the difference was that she wrestled with the mistake and even played footsie with it.
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Jack Daniels, Bloodstains & your lies
PoetryJack Daniels, bloodstains, & your lies goes way back, not far enough from when i first began my writing experience but just far back enough to share the stories of my high school struggles, relationships, friendships and how dealing with bumps in th...
