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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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WHO?
I dont believe anyone ever knows who they areBut yet everyone around me feel so set in stoneLike their quirks and habits will never changeEven if they do, they themselves stay the same.So why do I, does me, feel so uncertain?Like clay cracking every dayPieces lost, fillers found, finding ways to be enoughWays to still…
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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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insomnia
I made myself believe in monsters And demons and ghosts Because they were the explanations That I could get away with the most Instead of explaining my mental health I could blame it on my imagination On my lack of education But no Its insomnia Its stress Its anxiety and depression That wrap me up…
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Evolve
Evolution kicks in when everything is nearly extinct and dies I’ve died so many times Too many failed tries Was I dying, or just trying to change my life Because it did, and I grew stronger and kinder and weaker where I need And I learnt so many lessons I am now able to teach…
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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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Poetry by Taylor 