🌹🌺TayloršŸŒ¼šŸ’

🌹🌺TayloršŸŒ¼šŸ’

Hey guys! I’m 16 and love reading writing and music Currently working on a book Go follow Steven he’s my boyfriendšŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ«¶šŸ»ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø and then also Makyla she’s my best friendšŸ’•šŸ’• HAVE A GOOD DAYšŸ’‹šŸ’‹ also CHRISTIAN and write about it so if you don’t like that then šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø

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Headaches daily

Jaw tight

Nightmares are crazy

Mental fight


Numbness indistinguishable

Tight hands

Meds more than I’m able

Walls bland


Eyes watering

Untied shoelaces

Don’t have the energy

To do anything about it


Anxiety’s a killer

Just breathe

Always a thriller

Whenever I am asleep


Half lidded

Face the day

Stuck with it

Am I still Tay?


Suffocating at home

In my coffin

By my...

Bittersweet 16

I turned 16 today,

It’s both so old and so young,

I don’t feel different than yesterday,

But it still feels pretty fun,


I talked about it all,

Everything I’ve been through and all I’ve done,

It made me feel so tall,

Seeing how far I’ve come,


How two years ago,

I only wanted to die,

I almost did but then God spoke,

And he truly saved my life,


Ive shed many tears,

And all of them were worth...

There’s No Way To Win In Society

There’s no way to win in society,


Women are forced to carry around personal safety devices and check under and in their cars with fear everywhere they go,

afraid that someone might try to harm them,


but there’s no way to win in society,


men have their mental health neglected because ā€œthey should be stronger than thatā€ and ā€œknow better than to cry,ā€


but there’s no way to win in society,


...

Isn’t It Crazy?

Isn’t it crazy,

The people we least expect to come along,

Turn out to be the most important?


Isn’t it crazy,

How feelings of fear and doubt can be silenced,

And only by one person?


Isn’t it crazy,

How time can move so quickly or so slow

When you’re with or away from them?


Isn’t it crazy,

How they go from just ā€œsomeoneā€ to your everything in minutes?


Isn’t it crazy,

How time just flies whil...

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Gingerbread

The smell of gingerbread still hung in the air when I woke up, sweet and faintly spicy, like a memory that had stuck around overnight. I’d baked way too much last night, but that’s kind of my thing—baking. Weird for a guy, I know, but it just feels like home. Anyway, the smell hit me, and then it hit me what day it was: Christmas Eve.


And Bryn.


Bryn hates Christmas. Like, hates it. No lights, no...

Now That I’ve Been In Em.. (Update On ā€œFoundā€)

In your arms I found my home,

Like seriously, really though,

Your arms are the first place I’ve felt safe,

In what feels like a million days,



Holding your hand makes mine feel empty now,

I miss looking at you and you looking back down,

I really truly have never felt this before,

I didn’t want to walk back out that door,


I would’ve stayed there playing games,

Sure I was tired but til the morni...

CHB

ā€œTake my hand!ā€


ā€œNo way!ā€


ā€œI’m not asking you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!! Now!ā€ He snatches my hand and practically pulls my arm out of its socket.


ā€œJames what the hell?!ā€ I toss up my middle finger while my face wrinkles up.


ā€œLook. See that! That’s what I was trying to save you from! You’re welcome!ā€ He points off somewhere and then runs a hand through his sandy brown hair a...

Problematic (not Really The Prompt)

This is a song I’m working on called Problematic! It’s my own so please don’t take it!!! Song number 30 šŸ˜­šŸ«¶šŸ»šŸ«¶šŸ»




Verse 1:


My mind is still racing I can’t turn it off,

my heart is still pounding I can’t make it stop,

I know that I’m breathing it’s just not enough,

gosh why are memories always this rough,



Chorus:


I’m so problematic and I’m such a burden to bear,

I’ve got dirt on my sle...

Storm In My Soul

TW: Self harm (not current)







I was given labels:


Main character

Annoying

Try hard

Stupid

ā€œBitchā€

ā€œDumb assā€

Sinner

ā€œStalkerā€

Weird

Broken

Loser

Princess

Boring

Creep

Terrified

Tired

Care too much

Depressed

ā€œFatā€


I dealt with:


Suicidal thoughts

Self consciousness

Self deprecation

Anxiety

Cut wrists

Shame

Tears

Being used

Betrayal

Fake friends

Exhaustion

Being lied to ...

The Bridge

Hope is the bridge between despair and joy,


For some it stands firm over slow trickling water,


For other the bridge is collapsing as the river overflows,


Tides pushing you towards the edge of disparity,




For some the bridge has been set ablaze and they have to run away,


For others they dive into the water until the fire has passed,


Letting the waves slowly bring them closer to joy rather ...