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Taylor Ingram Poems
You never know, When youre going to meet someone, And your whole world in a moment, Comes undone,
The Girl With Gold Hair And A Smile Like...
Its just one more story left untold, But, This ones different, Its about a girl, Whos hair was gold, She had a smile like no other,
As my tears fall, So does the blood on my thighs, I cant stop this, Im flickering the blade around in my fingers,
She stops going to school, She stops talking with friends, Shes about to go over the edge, One friend says its just a phase,
Take control of your mind, Before you get hurt little one, For this world is so unkind, Try not to come undone,
15th Of March 2014
This isnt really a peom.. Last week my councillor diagnosed me with depression and anxiety and since the start of the year i have been feeling empty, just imagine watching yourself drown, suffocating, while everyone around you was breathing, they see you but carry on with what they're doing even though you're an arm length away, and they could save you by just taking one step closer, thats what depression feels like, its like a black hole and you can feel yourself slipping away slowly even more everyday, every little piece of your personality starts going, those little traits that everyone recognised you by, they disappear, one at a time, and the next thing you know you're nothing, just a mind and a body and all they're telling you is to die, or in my case cut and die, these thoughts just fill your head and you can't get rid of them no matter what you try and do, or say, if you are listening to music you will point all the bad bits out, or end up searching for ‘original depression songs' on youtube because people explain exactly how you feel, within two and a half minutes, everything you've wanted to say, gets said, you crave to tell your mum how you are feeling, how you want to die, show her the cuts on your body, and let her hug you while you cry your heart out because you've been keeping this all together for so long. This is how i've felt for the last 11 months, the date is 6th of September 2014, in 9 days it would have been 7 months since i tried to kill myself from depression on the 15th of March 2014.
That kiss, The pain, The pain of knowing we will be nothing more than friends, Your hands running through my hair as i look up into your eyes,
Not an Angel
I was silenced by a tidal waves of pills and loved ones, spiralling into a hurricane made up of lies and hurt, And now the ice i'm skating on is getting pretty thin, i might as well just give in,
Hush little baby don't you cry, Thats what They say when the tears start to fall, Why is this room so dark and cold? All i want, All i need is a call,
Breathing gets harder, Blank stares at blank walls, You and your twisted words, All the romours that ive heard,
Im a slow dying flower, Sing me a lullaby, Getting worst by the hour, Just a gemini.
I dont know which way this is going to go, Its like a rainy day that never ends, Everyone says im a bad influence, But i dont even know,
Everyone And Everything.
Do you ever wonder why you were even born? Everyone and everything is ment to be on this planet for a reason, From every egg to every elephant. We are ment to get ripped and torn,
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You never know,
When youre going to meet someone,
And your whole world in a moment,
Youre just walking around then suddenly,
Everything that you thought you knew about love is gone,
You find out its all been wrong,
And all my scares and problems dont seem to matter anymore