Erika Jones : Writing

Pull The Trigger

Pull The Trigger

A Poem by Erika Jones


I've been screaming for hours. Isn't there anyone around to hear me? I know I'm not alone. I hear voices in the other room. Why can't they hear ..
The Only One

The Only One

A Poem by Erika Jones


I'm the only one that sees this family as nothing but a destructive fire that's just waiting to be blown to such intensity that no one will eve..
Why Should I Bother

Why Should I Bother

A Poem by Erika Jones


Why should I bother to tell you how I feel when I know you won't listen because you refuse to hear the pain behind the words I speak? Why should ..
Death's Waiting Arms

Death's Waiting Arms

A Story by Erika Jones


I stood by his grave, my tears falling down my face as I remembered our last moments together. I could and always will say it was my fault for him ..
Broken

Broken

A Poem by Erika Jones


I feel broken, on the inside and out, more like someone has picked me up off the ground, and dropped me from the highest pillar I could be on. I..
Someone, Somewhere

Someone, Somewhere

A Poem by Erika Jones


There has to be someone, somewhere that's willing to take me in and let me be wrapped in their arms. To be safe with them and never have to wor..
Show us What it Means to be Loved

Show us What it Means to be Loved

A Poem by Erika Jones


Show us what it means to be loved when no one around you wants to even be near you in any way, shape and form. Especially when your life is goin..
My Heroes, My Saviors

My Heroes, My Saviors

A Poem by Erika Jones


My Heroes, My Saviors They're my heroes, my saviors because they're the ones who saved me from myself. From the darkness that started to surro..

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