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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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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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Poetry by Taylor 