You love to hard
Not hard enough
No one will like you
You act too tough
Open your doors
But only a crack
If not they will swing
All the way back
And no ones ready for your demons
No ones ready for the truth
So just smile and tell a lie
There’s too many people to lose
Not ready to say goodbye
Taylor
Tag: awareness
Lifeless
I wasn’t ready for you
Like a bird that can’t yet fly
How could I teach you to
Lifeless
Drained of all my strength
Drained of life
Lifeless
Is how I was left
But I’m back
And I’m teaching myself how to fly
So one day you will too
And I’ll be soaring through the skies
Before I ever get to meet you
Because I need to go through the worst
To teach you to navigate a storm
And feel the best
So that you can always feel my warmth
But today was not the time
As I have yet to build a nest
But one day I hope I will feel your life against my chest
Taylor Hopewell
My story
Once upon a time there was a girl
Who suddenly felt sad
And glad
That she just took those 12 paracetamol, 3 sleeping pills and 2 tranquillisers
At the age of 12
She loved the blood that covered her bruised knuckles
And the way her body was now filled with scars and open slits
She remembered the time
At the age of 15
When she woke up in hospital, tangled in tubes
Because she took enough to knock her out this time
Whose scars people still mistake for stretch marks
There was a girl who worked so hard to be able to write her story
From the outside
I am girl who was that girl
But that girl is no longer me
Because I know its my story but I no longer identify with her even though we share our memories
I love my scars because they show me how far I have come, not because of the empty space between them
I love my mind because they let me know theres still miles to run, not all the ways and days until I end it
I always told myself I would kill myself successfully before I’m 18… I’m 18 now
Im starting a new story, but this one takes place in another land
With a different girl
I knew I wouldn’t make it past 18, and I am so glad that that me didn’t.
Taylor
Trigger warning
Trigger warning,
it wont be nice
You wont be able to look people in the eyes.
Trigger warning,
those who don’t know will make jokes
unaware of the emotions it evokes.
Trigger warning,
someone will find out
and they will ask what its all about
Trigger warning,
when they know it will hurt them more
than its ever hurt you before
The road is tough
Rough and grim
I‘ve been through it a lot
Glad that I did
Glamorized by society
Everyone knows but nobody hears
Reading stories about my biggest fears
Taylor
Self-harm is a big issue, because although there is more awareness its being glamorized in society. This poem also I wrote because people don’t understand that somethings they post can trigger someone who has gone through it, or when someone says it as a joke, it can deeply bring back feeling for those who have dealt or are dealing with this problem.
