Hi, I'm Emma

(To be honest, I'm not. But it doesn't matter. I'm 13 and some say I didn't deserve all this pain.. but what if i did? Yes, I overthink too much)

I want to thank to my first love D for breaking me to show me how strong I am. (The Silent Pulse Of War- my story pt.1)

I started writing when i met Mr. Moon (he is the best brother i could have. At least for those few months) but you know, nothing lasts forever. (The Girl Who Couldn't Save The Moon- my story pt.2)

Writing is my therapy, it makes me feel free but also hurts me and it opens my wounds again and again.

I don't want to heal because the pain is the only connection with people I lost.

And then there is that boy who breathed a little air into my lungs so I could survive. (Supposed To Be Enemies- my story pt.3)

If you want to, check my Instagram account @emmasstory_

And if you want/need to talk, text me there: emmasstoryofficial@gmail.com (i will try to reply as soon as possible)

Sometimes we have to die to live.

I'm not normal, I want to die
(i'll be okay but at first gotta cry)

"It's gonna be okay" is just a little lie that keeps me alive. Maybe it's not going to be fine, but sometimes it's better to lie and survive.

"Just a cut. Just a scratch.
What's the mark? It was just a cat. 
Just an exuse. Just another lie. 
What's with all the bracelets? Just fashion, why? 
Just a tear. Just a scream. 
Why were you crying? Just a bad dream. 
But it's not just a cut, a tear or a lie.
It's always 'just one more' until you die."

I don't believe people very much. And sometimes it sucks. I want to believe him (i love my enemy so much) but i can't.

"People are cruel, people lie,
people pretend and promises die.."

Without suffering there would be no compassion.