Nineteen Years Old
I’ve done a lot of things in life
Things I’m not at all proud of
I’ve had dark thoughts run through my mind
I’ve acted on these thoughts several times
I’ve marked up my body
Told my story through a knife
I’ve deprived my body of food
Even when I needed it most
I’ve taken one too many pills
In an attempt to escape everything
I’ve lived through some horrifying experiences
A man’s unwanted touch
A broken family that was never whole
Countless heart breaks
Rumors that I was the center of
All of this has led up to now
And who I am today
I am nineteen years old
With a past that I never want to think about
A past that still gives me nightmares
I am nineteen years old
With a fear that it never gets better
I am nineteen years old
And ready to die
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