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Taylor Johnson May 2014
I.
Miss.
You.

But I don't
I don't miss the pain
That was all you ever brought

But,

I.
Still.
Miss.
You.
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
Falling
That's what we are doing
Slowly spinning out of control
The masks drop
Like bodies hanging from a noose

The turbulence
Of a hundred lives
Coming to an end

Throwing our hearts astray
Along with the wreckage
Strewn across this valley of despair

Wings
Ripped from our backs
As we lose altitude
Along with feeling,
Numb to our loses

Ears popping
Like celebratory bottles of champagne
Commemorating our near future deaths

The fuselage
Comes in like a missile
Prepared for utter destruction

Touchdown
The landing gear didn't deploy
You were unprepared
As were those watching
In pure terror

At the scene of our death.
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
I feel empty and hollow

I am empty of the tears
That used to stream down my cheeks
In a never ending river of pain
Drowning me in my own sorrows

I am empty of the hope
That I would one day get better
That there're still places without pain
I now know that pain is everywhere
There is no escape from it

I am empty of the joy
That used to fill me at the sight of you
That I would feel with loved ones

I am empty of it all
I cannot be filled by anything
My heart has become a bottomless pit
I am constantly falling
Farther and farther into the darkness
That is depression

It lingers over you
Always there
It becomes your entire being
While still leaving you
Empty.
  Apr 2014 Taylor Johnson
Misha Kroon
Lets compare scars.
Mine are in my mind.
Yours are on your wrists.

Lets compare feelings.
Mine are trapped in a corner of my mind slowly chocking me inside.
Yours are plain to see, splashed on the art you left on your arms.

Lets compare thoughts.
Mine weave in and out of everything slow tainting my hope.
Yours are to much to handle so you bathe in your blood.

Lets compare hope.
Mine is that I can make it till tomorrow.
Yours is that you make it each minute.

Lets compare ourselves.
We’re both in pain.
But who will chose to show it?

Lets Compare Scars.
Who’s are worse?

Yours?
Or
Mine?
This is really old, but It meant a lot when I wrote it ... So I like it... Its a little cringey though :c xD
  Apr 2014 Taylor Johnson
Misha Kroon
Lets compare scars.
Mine are in my mind.
Yours are on your wrists.

Lets compare feelings.
Mine are trapped in a corner of my mind slowly chocking me inside.
Yours are plain to see, splashed on the art you left on your arms.

Lets compare thoughts.
Mine weave in and out of everything slow tainting my hope.
Yours are to much to handle so you bathe in your blood.

Lets compare hope.
Mine is that I can make it till tomorrow.
Yours is that you make it each minute.

Lets compare ourselves.
We’re both in pain.
But who will chose to show it?

Lets Compare Scars.
Who’s are worse?

Yours?
Or
Mine?
This is really old, but It meant a lot when I wrote it ... So I like it... Its a little cringey though :c xD
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
Sitting in a coffee shop
Pouring out my soul
Like the hot drink in my cup
The words burn my tongue
As they fall off my lips
And into your unforgiving hands

I drink in your poison
Knowing that it will **** me
But I don't care
I want you to

I love your taste
Your scent
Your everything
But I can't have it
I never will
I'll never deserve it

And I guess that's why I'm here
By myself
Sitting alone
At a table for two
Waiting for someone
That will never come

I'm alone and I always will be
It is something that I need to accept
Because it will never change

Things were meant to be this way
I have no control
I never have
Control is an illusion
It is unobtainable

One day I hope to find
Someone that will fill
This empty seat
And bandage the burns
From holding on too tight
To the sides of my cup

Someone to blow off the steam
Slowly rising like a flame
Watching out for me
As my guardian angel
Looking as if you just left heaven
And not like you've caused my hell.
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