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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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sailor
Drowning in the sea As I see how far you have gotten I watch you sail into the sunset You may come across another storm But for now you are safe and warm You may have a few scratches and leaks But my god do you look beautiful As you rock side to side Stably…
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Naked
If you saw my body You would want to close your eyes Or at least have myself cover The scarred wrists and thighs You would try to ignore it But you wont be able to Because who wants to look at this Cut up flesh Sliced skin Some still healing But some fresh Some are…
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Eating
Why have I still not eaten breakfast at a time where some people would be having lunch? Why do I eat all day when Im stressed or away? Why do I love eating but also love hunger? Taylor
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Love myself
I can’t love someone else I’m not ready Saw something saying otherwise Saying that you learn to love yourself through others loving you No Others love me and I just don’t Others see this beauty somewhere in me That I just can’t find And I am trying everyday But I just can’t understand how the…
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I will be good
I’ll be good, one day. I won’t need to call you in tears crying about all the wasted years and how they were all for nothing. I won’t need to stack up the pills, or make sure there’s always something, pointy or sharp. I’ll be good, good enough to be able to laugh and not…
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Glamourise
Sorry for making it sound beautiful I know its not something to be proud of But its part of me So I will write it in imagery Like the roses pouring out of my skin Or the thought of me drifting into the starless night The endless sky I’m not trying to glamourise it But…
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Sorry
I’m sorry for hurting you Just because I had to doesn’t mean its not true I needed to put myself first But the pain was put through you I had to let you go So I could grow I’m sorry… but Maybe you should try it too Taylor
art, depression, health, heart, heartbreak, help, life, love, mental, mentalhealth, poem, poet, poetry
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Poetry by Taylor 