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Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
I'm beginning to suffocate
The world is spinning beneath my feet
I don't understand anymore
I'm losing control

The panic sets in
I choke on air
My body trembles
I'm dying
Simply because I'm living

I'm crumbling
I've cut deep into my foundations
The cracks have spread too far
There must be something wrong
This can't all be in my head

There needs to be more
A reason why I'm like this
Someone is behind the voices
Screaming in my mind
Telling me to break and destroy
Myself

The walls are closing in
My fist and teeth clench
So hard they break
Just like my spirit has.
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
There is no lack of perfection
You need not change a thing
Form the tender years of your life
You began to
Hate,      \
Change,    Yourself
Starve,    /

You are utter beauty
No one should feel like this
Your four days,
Of unholy fast,
Must come to an end.

You are beginning t eat yourself
Form the inside out,
You are dying.
The shaking of hunger
Cause your body to tremble
In fear of what you are doing

This is not a willing decision
You've always been like this.
Without reasonable explanation.
No logical backing.
You are perfect.

I believe in you
Always and forever,
You have the strength
To overcome the hunger.
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
Time is slowly passing,
We are all moving towards our final days.
All that we've done,
All that we ever will do,
It won't matter in the end.

The only things of importance
Will be the people we've changed.
In our lives we will meet many
We will fall in and out of love,
We will be broken.

But we will also help,
Anyone and everyone who needs it,
We can change the lives of so many
Without even realizing it.

We should not look to others
To provide meaning in our lives.
We should look to provide
The meaning for others.
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
I am many things,
Strong is one of them
Not just physically
But mentally
I have been through
More than you
Could ever imagine

I have struggled
And triumphed
But through it all
I was also weak.

I broke myself
I tore at my skin with razors
I poisoned my veins
With drugs meant to help.

I simply wanted an escape
I tried to leave it all behind
More than once
I attempted to end it.

When I saw a sign
And I knew there must be more
More than the pain
There would be light
At the end of the tunnel

From the moment I knew
That things would get better
I would find a way
And I did.

I've since stumbled
But it will never be that dark
I know what they say
"The world is a horrible place"
And it is

There is too much pain,
Too much suffering.
But there is still life
And there is still hope.
Being strong and scared were never opposite.

I'm afraid I won't get into a college.
I'm afraid my mom will not live long enough to see me happy.
I'm afraid nobody will read my poetry.
I'm scared my ex will never forgive me enough to give me another chance.
I'm scared I will never be good enough.
I'm scared that the person I love, will love someone else.
Sometimes I feel like a disappointment..
I'm afraid people hate the real me
I'm afraid I hate the real me.
I'm scared one day they will find out what I ******* to.
I'm afraid I have no purpose.
I feel like this is well overdue
I'm afraid one day I will grow out of writing poems.
I'm afraid people think I hate everyone who is not black.
I'm afraid people think I hate men.
I hate how people can just say anything.
I hate caring what others think.
I'm afraid there will be someone better for me or you.
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
It enters any way it can
While it is here it destroys all it can
Leaving nothing in its path
There is no escape From the pain

The pain can escape from within us.
Sadly,
It can only leave through cuts and burns.
To get our release
We must harm ourselves.

Until we do,
We will feel it,
Crawling around under our flesh
Eating away our hope.

The only escape we have from pain,
Is pain its self.
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
There are no prizes at the end
You earn them along the way
Each of us starts
And ends
At different time
There is no telling when we stop
Unless we make ourselves

They say life is a race

Along our course, we'll
Love and hate,
Learn and forget,
But most importantly,
We grow
We become who we are
And find ourselves
Many will not like what they find

They say life is a race

When we finish
What lies there after?
Will we forget the pains and sorrows?
Which we have all encountered.
Or will they linger forever on?

They say life is a race.

We are all racing towards death
From the second we are born
We are dying
This is life
And death
Because

They say life is a race.

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