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trigger
I sometimes loose control of my body My hands smack into my head repeatedly My eyes water with no end My heart rushes and bangs through my chest This can be caused when I have strong feelings that my brain can’t process. I wanted to sleep for hours and I couldn’t I wanted to feel…
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You can’t ask a broken person To believe your words with no actions With contrary reactions With promises unkept You can’t ask me to believe that you love me When what I want is just hug me All I need is a friend I can’t feel loved if you leave me I can’t feel loved…
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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…
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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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My purpose
And I will drown myself in water Because they have taken away the pills And the alcohol I will pour everything I can down the sink Because my blood no longer flows from my skin They took away the blades But they didn’t take away the pain within I will deafen myself with music because…
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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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Where do I go?
Everything is better… or so it seems. So why do you still haunt me in my dreams? Why are you here…? There was no invitation. There is no motive. there is no reason for this party. So… what do I do now? Where do I go? Because it seems you’re always following me down every…
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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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Poetry by Taylor 