-Emmy-• Show poetry

My name....well...you can just call me Emmy. Here's one of my favorite songs.


"I Won't See You Tonight Part 1"


Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight

Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and loved

Building up inside of me
A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free
Don't mourn for me,
You're not the one to place the blame
As bottles call my name I won't see you tonight

Sorrow sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and most of all I loved
But I can't see myself that way
Please don't forget me or cry while I'm away

Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
But I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight

So far away, I'm gone
Please don't follow me tonight
An while I'm gone everything will be alright

No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
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So...you wanna know my story? Then I'll let you know.

I live with my mom, which is not a good thing. A couple years ago, my dad and her got a divorce. This made her very upset. My brother Jacob and I were left alone with her. Jacob is only a couple months older than me.
My brother and I are very close. He's my best friend. But ever since the divorce, my mom has changed. She's become....abusive. And since I'm the youngest, she takes it out more on me. She takes it out on my brother too, but not as much. I guess it's true...you really do love your first child more. But I won't hold that against him.

I guess I was around 11 when my parents got the divorce. I'll never forget that day. Mom had just come home from court. She wasn't crying, but she was mad. The moment she walked in the door, I asked what happened. She turned around and slapped me in the face and told me to shut up. The impact caused me to fall to the floor as she walked away. My brother ran over and helped me up and made sure I was okay. Little did we know this was just the beginning.


Each day got worse. She starting drinking and completely let herself go. My brother and I tried to help as much as we could, but we were never appretiated. Then one day, something bad happened. She told me to go get her another beer, but I wouldn't. I wasn't going to contribute into making her this way. So she got up and left. I heard water running but I just thought she was taking a bath. A few minutes later she came back out and starting pulling me along. My brother was watching us from behind. I started to refuse to go, so she picked me up and starting carrying me to the bathroom. I tried to kick and scream but nothing worked. She told Jacob to turn off the water. Which we then discovered was only on hot. She threw me in with all my clothes on and left. The pain...I can't even describe it. My brother quicly lifted me out of the tub and layed me on the floor. The next thing I knew he was poring cold water on me as I cried. He stopped after he covered my whole body. He helped me sit up and for a long time we both just sat there, arms around eachother, crying.

My mother continued hitting us and beating us and making us cry. But only a about a week after my incident, something happened to my brother. I wasn't really sure what was going on, but I could hear my mom screaming at my brother. The next thing I knew, I heard loud thumps and ran out of my room to see what was going on. My brother was lying at the foot of the stairs, not moving. I could only assume my mom had pushed him down the stairs.
I quickly called the ambulence and stayed with my brother the whole time. I had to tell a lie when they asked what had happened. I could've told and saved us both, but I didn't. I don't know why.

After about a week and a half, my brother came back home. I was determined to not let anything happen to him again, so I took the blame for everything.

We're both 15 now and we still live with her. We visit our dad every now again, but mom covers up the scars so he doesn't see. I wish he would.

My Mother brought home a new boyfriend...and as far as I know, their planning on getting married. I won't live with this man. I can't. The things he's done...well..

My brother and I will find some way to make it through. And this is our story.


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