Hello I’m Emma . 

You may of read my other story’s , they are quite humours - for some . However I write them to enter another world that isn’t as shit as real life . 

This story is - it’s not really a story it’s just a load of shit from my head and I make it rhyme . 

It’s not really happy , so if your looking for that Romeo and Juliet style 

Example .. 

“ I love you I could never leave you “

“ I love you too Romeo “ 

Basically the shit that makes you die even more inside .. 

This is not the place . 

If your depressed and looking for a story to make you happier . 

Run . 

Fucking run . 

You will die. 

But if your dead inside , contemplate suicide on a daily basis and memes are the only thing that keep you going . 

Welcome aboard sailor .

I don’t know why I said that . 

Anyways .. 

without further ado.. 

get your vodka , whisky , rum whatever drowns the pain and enjoy the ride . 

Shits about to get dark. 

  Why are you so sad ? 

If I knew that I’d get up , clap and thank my dad. 

Thank him for the terminal pain he pushed on me for his own gain. 

But the problem with that is I can’t get up.

Help me I’m dying I feel like I’m stuck.  

When I think about leaving my room this  feeling washes over me like I’m grieveing. 

Grieveing for the life that I never had but think about everytime I feel bad . 

When I say bad I mean trapped in a endless void .

I used to be more than a fucking toy. 

You throw me away when your done playing and pulling my strings 

Waiting for my brain to ring and I jump up like I’m on strings 

So you have that reason that I blew up for no reason. 

Now you can sue me  for committing treason.  

You  inject me with your alternatives . 

That go through my head like a siv. 

Draining the life out of me.

Until I forget who I am. 

So put my middle finger up because I couldn’t give less of a dam. 

But sometimes I need to. 

Sometimes I need to be there for you . 

Because I’ve been told to. 

But where were you ? 

You may of helped me count to two . 

But you didn’t help me when I was

Screaming and crying Refusing to come out of the loo. 

Yet you expect me to repay you because you put the roof over my head that you kicked me out of. 

Money isn’t love 

But you expect me to give it to you in more ways than one. 

And you rip away everything I had because when your done. 

So will I . 

But the difference between us is I would never hurt you. 

But that’s what you want to do when I finally come out of that loo . 

You punch me , pull me and probably kick me too. 

Because I didn’t obey you. 

And you wonder why I never chose to stay with you .