To Ease The Mind

To Ease The Mind

A Story by Taylor.
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The things in this story are true..

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Growing in a broken home
The only one she has ever had to raise her was herself.
Soon her mother brought more children into the house of darkness.
She began to raise the children.
She watched as her mother was beaten
She watched as her mother began needles.
The smell of weed filled the house along with the alcohol that was always in her parents hands.
She has seen her Father turn into a monster.
The one person she thought would protect her began to terrify her.
Throughout her life she witnessed her mother doing drugs, using men, and being abused.
She had to protect her mother and siblings so she took the beatings instead.
Soon that girl became a teenager.
Her mind was so tormented from all the things she witnessed.
She began smoking weed and it gave her the break from the demons inside her head.
The demons have drawn so much blood from her body.
So much skin torn and scarred
She can hardly look in the mirror
The demons grew stronger
They made their way into her mind no matter how much she smoked.
She left that house.
She went to live with someone she trusted.
He only added pain into her already tormented mind.
Ripping her sanity out one by one.
She couldn't express her anger or her saddness
She began cutting up her leg until there was no room too continue.
As much as she tried, everything got worse
She dreamt of taking pills to end it but she knew it never ended it before.
Instead she puked out pills until she passed out on the bathroom floor
She wanted a clean death
She didn't want people to find her body covered in blood.
She wanted to look asleep.
So many thoughts attack her every second of the day
She is becoming so numb
So zombified
As she walks to school she sees nothing but herself dying
The beauty she once loved became a tool for her suicide
She has nothing left but the thought of her dying.

© 2014 Taylor.


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I like this poem. I like it because there's no attempt to 'seem' any certain way. It was just honest and in your face. Great job!

Posted 9 Years Ago


I love it. Really good, should have made you think. Great job. I was crying in my head.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Taylor.

10 Years Ago

Life is a very difficult thing sometimes but thank you

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saulte ste marie, canada, Canada



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Hey, My name is Taylor. I am 15 years of age. This is my way of letting go of things I suppress. Pain, worries, ect. Thank you for reading (: more..

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