Biography of Taylor Fong
I write to express what I feel. Everything I write about is true. Some of my poems aren't really poems. I write to vent.
I don't post all of my poems, but the ones I do post, I'd appreciate any opinions and suggestions.
Taylor Fong Poems
I lost my mind, I breakdown My knees collapse, I'm on the floor So much stress, so much anger I can't take this anymore
I hate you. I hate you for breaking my heart. I hate you for taking something I'll never get back. I hate you for using me.
There you are. I see you, below me, as the icy waters surround you in its death grip. I see you. Drowning. Gasping for air, crying
Did You Know?
Not a day goes by where I don't flash back to that night. That night that puts so many thoughts in my head that scream at me. That make me feel so low, I feel as if I'm below rock bottom. And I wish I could just forget.
Look At What You'Ve Done To Me
I cut I bleed I want I need
I need to get out of here I need to escape I can't stand living In this effed up place
A Little Piece Of Heaven
And just for a while, I can escape reality… Hold the piece of heaven to my mouth. Click the lighter.
Tell me how. Please. Tell he how the hell it’s my fault. Tell me why you’re blaming me for this happening.
Why were you there? Why did I have to see you? Seeing you again was like reliving a nightmare. You enter the room…
Babe, don’t you see that I love you? I’m gone, head over heels for you. Are you blind? Why can’t you see That all I want is for you to want me.
Maybe, Just Maybe
Maybe, just maybe, a blade will take this pain away. Maybe the blood from this broken heart needs to bleed through my veins. Maybe the external pain will distract me from the internal pain. Maybe if I cut a little deeper, it'll hurt a little less.
Myths Don'T Exist
My eyes are wide, my stomach dropped My throat is dry, my heart has stopped Where am I? Why am I here? Can't he tell I'm filled with fear?
I put the blade against my skin They don't know the pain I'm in They don't see the real me Sometimes I wish I could break free
Myths Don'T Exist
My eyes are wide, my stomach dropped
My throat is dry, my heart has stopped
Where am I? Why am I here?
Can't he tell I'm filled with fear?
Why is he doing this to me?
Why can't he just set me free?
He's got me pinned right to the ground
I'm scared to death, don't make a sound
I'm scared at what he's got in mind