Always holding something in my hands
To bring me peace
To bring me comfort
To calm my nerves
It’s usually my cell phone
A pen if I’m in class
Or a leaf if I'm outside
But it have to be something
And you may catch me putting it close to my mouth
If nerves overtake me, this is exactly how you may find me
Shy little girl grew up to be a shy awkward woman
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Remember “We listen, and we don't judge”
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Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (6)
Your words have a gentle yet powerful way of expressing vulnerability, and they evoke a sense of understanding and empathy in the reader.
Omgggg, this is soooo freaking relatable! I always need to be holding something in my hands if I'm outside my home. Loved your poem!
Beautiful as usual
I really love and appreciate the honesty and openness of this. I'd rather know the shy awkward woman than some insincere version of you! If that makes sense. Wonderful poem, Emily!
Inspiring!
another to like from you, tres bonne’