im 12

the day you told me you loved me
i was 12 again
the world was a great big place
full of joy, of wonder, and of good things to come,
full of love. full of confidence.

the day you told me you stopped loving me
I was 12 again
crying in the shower as my parents screamed in the room next door
scared that I wouldn’t be able to make it
wanting everything to stop.

im still 12 today
trying to define who I am
trying to hope where I once hurt
but its so hard
and I need help.

I want to be 5 tomorrow
forget that you ever existed
because I cant remember happy moments without wanting to cry
 

I want to be 5 tomorrow
believe that my parents love each other
believe that everything will be okay
believe that ill never be hurt.