Laura Harrison : Writing

Love Fall

Love Fall

A Poem by Laura Harrison


In the confusion of it all I watched our love fall It shattered to the ground Now you’re no longer around Yet like a ghost ..
I Remember Everything

I Remember Everything

A Poem by Laura Harrison


It is 2am and I am all alone I rub my eyes and let my mind roam To times when you were sleeping soundly beside me When our future was bright..
Second Chances

Second Chances

A Poem by Laura Harrison


If you could have a second chance at life Would you finally get things right? Would you do all that it takes To undo all of your past mis..
Hidden Moon

Hidden Moon

A Poem by Laura Harrison


This poem is about how my fiance found out that I used to self-harm and didn't judge me because of it. He is the one who helped me to recover and I am..
Moving On

Moving On

A Poem by Laura Harrison


This poem is about my sister who I lost contact with and who I haven't seen for over 2 years. It is about what I went through when I lost her and tryi..
To The Bullies In The Playground

To The Bullies In The Playground

A Poem by Laura Harrison


I still remember all the hurtful things you said to me like it was yesterday I remember everyone laughing along with you when you called me fat ..
If I Were A Mathematician I Would Say That Distance Is Just A Long Number

If I Were A Mathematician I Would Say That Distanc..

A Poem by Laura Harrison


It took Emperor Shah Jahan almost 22 years to build the Taj Mahal Yet I can’t wait 5 months until I see you again We Skype late at nig..
Leave The Past

Leave The Past

A Poem by Laura Harrison


Everyone wishes that they could change things in their past That they had said the right things before the moment passed We torment ourselves..
To The Person Who Told My Friend To Kill Herself

To The Person Who Told My Friend To Kill Herself

A Poem by Laura Harrison


As a child, your mother probably told you the old saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me” And ..
Why Self-Harm Is Not A Cry For Attention

Why Self-Harm Is Not A Cry For Attention

A Poem by Laura Harrison


I wish I could peel off my scars and seal them in a manila envelope Then hide it in the back of my wardrobe, along with all the sleeveless t-shir..