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Oct 2015 · 903
Reach for the stars ✨
Taylor Gorman Oct 2015
You cry as the blade slides across your
skin.

Your heart aches, you feel lost, you feel
alone, you‘re drowning.

You can see everyone around you
breathing.

This feeling of pain, of sorrow, of self—
hatred, its an agonizing pain.

I know how you feel, I feel it too.

My smile is fake, my heart is gone, I feel
like there‘s nothing left.

I'm tired of feeling this way, I know you
are too.

But I'm holding on, Im staying strong, I
need you to listen when I say, you can
make it through this.

Please don't cry
you may be broken but you‘re still
alive.

Just keep moving on, put down that
knife.

Hide the bottle live your life. You are
worth something, I am too.

I'm here to help.. don't push me away
don't be afraid sooner or later your
scars will fade.

Life will get better, this is just the
beginning.

So lift your head up and look at the
sky.. reach for the stars don't say
goodbye.
A poem about self harm
Sep 2015 · 845
Where are you now?
Taylor Gorman Sep 2015
As the seasons change, the leaves fall.
They slowly become a memory of that beautiful spring we had together.
I stand alone now, looking at the sunset..  
So much time has passed by without you.
Every second i'm wondering.. "where are you now?"
You're probably off on Broadway, dancing and singing your way through life.. Or maybe you've even become an Author, expressing your thoughts in the most wonderful way you ever could.  
If you're wondering about me, I'm still stuck in this town..
Searching for answers..
Trying to find my own path.
When did we fall apart? Can you tell me that?
Maybe it was when the first leaf broke it's way off from its fragile branch at the beginning of fall..  Or was it when you told me you had found someone new?
What happened to all those times when I said "I love you" or when you told me "I want to marry you"?
I didn't know loving someone meant falling apart..
Now I'm left here wondering..
Where are you now?
Sep 2015 · 497
Who knows?
Taylor Gorman Sep 2015
1 pill
2 pills
3 pills
4 pills
How many more till I can't feel?
Maybe 5?
Possibly 10?
Who knows..
1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
4 cuts
How long till I drift away?
After 5 cuts?
Maybe 6?
Probably 10
but who knows?
Who knows the pain?
Who knows the self hatred?
Who knows what it feels like to want to die?
I know, but why haven't I let go?
I can't let go of my hopes, my dreams, my family.
I can't leave them behind to deal with the pain..
I can't let them feel the way I do.
I've tried getting help, the pills don't work.
Hours of therapy and where am I?
I'm still stuck here..
Drowning in my sorrows
Feeling sorry for myself..
How long till I get better?
Who knows..
Aug 2014 · 411
Let me in
Taylor Gorman Aug 2014
Hand in hand
you walk with me.

I wonder if i'm enough.
Enough to make you stay, enough to make you smile.

I put everything I have into keeping this alive.
I'm not losing you.

I long for your beautiful smile
and your witty remarks.

I long for the feeling of warmth and comfort in your arms.
I long for your lips on mine.

What I long for the most is feeling cared for
Show me you care

Show me you want me
just show me how you feel.

I'm oblivious to other's feelings
I need to be told how you feel.

Just let me in.
Aug 2014 · 982
Love
Taylor Gorman Aug 2014
Love,
scary and beautiful
painful yet pleasing
so many emotions
im yours for the keeping.
So confusing
and so unreal
By your side
my wounds start to heal.
I love your kisses
I love your touch
sometimes I think I care
a little too much.
My heart is yours and yours is mine
this poem is coming to an ending
but our love will conquer time.
a poem i wrote a long time ago
Jun 2014 · 1.8k
Wonderland
Taylor Gorman Jun 2014
Welcome to this magical place
The one down the rabbit hole..
Where little girls drink wine and pop pills

Every ounce of innocence is lost in this place.

Welcome to this magical land
Of all these beautiful creatures
And some deadly foes

Welcome darling  
For you will see
This magical place isn't what it's made out to be..

It's dreadful and dreary
Its mentally hysteric

There's Rabbits on crack
A queen with a fetish for chopping off heads
And a guy named the hatter who tells a riddle of a raven..

A raven you say?
And Why is it like a writing desk?

For no one has an idea, the mans gone mad.

The best people are apparently..

Only in this magical land.

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