Hello there person who is reading this
I don't know if you know, but I'm ******
that isn't entirely true but what I feel isn't bliss
if I'm being honest, I don't know how I feel
just living day to day without a way to heal
don't worry though, I'm not depressed
I got out of that mindset awhile ago and I've got the scars to show
took 5 years from fourteen to nineteen
such is the life of a teen I suppose.

I'm twenty one now and all I do is sigh
I miss being a kid, I wanna skip this life
I know that isn't wise by why even try?
my death would be a blessing in disguise
*******, that sounds pretty ******
if my mom found this then she would probably cry
Jesus, I never meant this to be a sad poem
the old me kinda just came through
so much for being wholesome
I guess I'll write another poem.