Raggedy Ann, I feel for you. 6.28.10

i hate the way you use me until i'm all used up
why do you use me if i'm as useless as i feel?
you leave me like a worn out sweater
as soon as i'm not at my best.
why won't you help me to get better?
i am such a mess.

i wish that i could count on you
like you can count on me.
i wish that the sky was blue.
now it's grey, like it used to be.
do you even know what you are doing
or are you that selfish inside,
that you cant see what it does to me,
that you don't notice when i hide?

6.28.10

Paper skyscrapers. 6.28.10

Paper skyscrapers
reaching up towards the sky.
Paper skyscrapers
will fall one day when we die.

I'm Emily, and I'm going to be posting poems here now.