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machine me
My scars don’t define me They are merely scratches on the surface of this body This body that I hold I am my body and my past, but it is not me That’s how I gain my confidence By knowing I am so much more than my physical I’m actually not what’s visible at all…
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I was young
I was young and dumb it started by carving my hand with the nail on my thumb But then I started etching my doodles into my skin Before I knew what self-harm was I had no way of stopping it It started as art then became a control Controlling depression Trying to lessen Never learning…
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Fingertips
Fingertips on skin Like faulty wires Electric sparks But beware for flammable items For they can clearly catch alight But sometimes they dont look flammable And we mistake objectifying for dirty talk Mistaking possessiveness for lust And controlling for in love Like a pool of gasoline The wire is engulfed in flames Not possible to…
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Scared of myself
I’m scared of or for myself Because I know confinement drowns me And I can feel my lungs slowly filling And I always rely on someones hand to pull me up But we are in lockdown The only hands are those of my family And I have brought them under with me too many times…
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Not to love
What is it like not to love Or at least not yet? I would tell you but there isnt much to it Loss and grief are easy Comitment is hard I still feel warm around the right people But if I lost them I would only have to adjust my routine Taylor
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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…
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Healing
My nails are growing again Im not happy yet But Ive lost the habit of tearing myself apart because of it My body is healing It wont be the same But Ive started to love the history it has and holds Im growing, slowly, up towards the sun Lets hope a drought is not going…
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See the future
I can see the future But I looked into the crystal ball and… Crack. It fills itself Black. I could see the future, Until I tried To see mine Taylor
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Poetry by Taylor 