http://slow.writerscafe.org/EmyBow The original writings of author EmyBow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991201 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A plastic smile on my face And the lie I’m alrightCan no longer erase That I’m too tired to fight.Falling apart as I always doWhen I get alone and cry in my room.So many to run to,To try to save me from my doom.But why share my diseaseWith the one’s who I loveThe pain never will ce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1791009/ I want to tell you so much, but I don't know how.I want to tell you that I don't believe I’m capable of staying in love.I want to tell about the boy who took my virtue and destroyed me with it,And the boy who I loved for 10 years and never will believe I can truly let go of,Or the boy who abus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1791006/ Nothing feels right when I’m with you.My knees feel weaker.My heart pounds,The blood rushing through my body like a tidal way.My skin vibrates,And my nerves burst with your touch.My eyes fill with tears from the unbearable happiness,And my hands shake with the desire to feel you.My brain runs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1768861/ I didn’t choose this, to fall in love with you. I didn’t want to have this overwhelming need to spend every moment with you. When I first saw your face I would have never believed you’d own my heart. The first time I saw you’re brilliant smile, I didn’t intend to go wea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1734812/ As I walk down the road a car flew by; I looked back and watched as the street signs moved further and further away from me. I watched the yellow lines on the road move with me but stay the same. It was starting to get dark out and I became frightened. I knew I only had enough battery on my cell pho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709936/ Who am I?I’m a lost little girl,in a world so bigtrying to find the piece I’ve lostor may have never existed.I’m a dirty blonde,hazel eyed girlwith dreams so largeand fear so strong.I’m weak and pathetic,scared and insecure. I’m the girl who has heard too many goodbyesa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709897/ They say “Things will change”,but they never do.The say “Things are okay now”,but what good does that do?They say “He’s in a better place now”.What bullshit.They say “He’s with Jesus now”.Sure, that’s it.They say “He just wasn&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709889/ It was like running into a wall of brick or being shot with a gun in the face. It was like diving into water so thickyou disappear without a trace.It was like a noose tied around my neckbut I just won’t die.It’s like the feeling you getwhen you know it’s a lie.It was like time had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709882/ I wrote this before my suicide attempt five years ago. Although sad, it's always a reminder that I'm not in that place anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709878/ First story I ever wrote so unfortunately it's not fabulous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709869/ My body is screamingCrying out in utter agony. My skin is boiling And my thoughts are running wild.Just one line.Just to feel that cold, sharp pain. To make the voices quiet. To be able to breathe again. Just one line.One line for focus.Just two lines.Two lines to make the v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709864/ These are the thing I wish to no longer understand. These feelings, these memories, these nightmares. I wish I never understood why women stay when the first hit strikes.I wish I never understood what it was like to be ripped from everything you know.I wish I never understood how it feels to be the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709806/ I see his bring-me-to-my-knees smile and his thin but strong body. I see his dark hair and skin but bright eyes. All in all he is beautiful to see. I hear his soft but commanding voice. I hear his heartbeat a little extra hard when I put my head on his chest. I hear is breathing change just slightly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709804/ Written the week after my best friend took her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709798/ We’re in this unnatural positionWhere no one can surviveSelfishly suffocating Behind your lying eyesHidden under the surfaceWhere no one can truly seeWhat’s really inside of youAnd what you’ve come to beAnd when the pain is too much to handleAnd your innocence is lost You simply ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709795/ A series of letters to make people think about their actions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmyBow/1709793/