They say 12 is for waking up,
but I woke up disappointed
that I was not taken in my sleep.
After praying to a god I couldn't quite believe in.
13 is for trying to fit in,
but all I remember is starving myself,
trying to fit into a size zero.
Trying to fit my hands around my waist.
14 is for growth,
but all I grew was scars like stripes
All across my body
They spread like weeds,
and consumed me.
15 is for love,
but I fell in love with the wrong thing,
My first love was the smell of my own blood
and the taste of my own tears.
16 is for rebellion,
but I was too tired for that.
I was trapped in my own mind,
and it played *****
There were no rules to break.
17 is for freedom,
but I never got a taste.
They were too worried about my safety,
I was a danger to myself.
Couldn't be left alone.
I was the flight risk.
And 18 was for realizing that
everything went too fast,
and it did.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
They say 12 is for waking up,
but I woke up disappointed
that I was not taken in my sleep.
After praying to a god I couldn't quite believe in.
13 is for trying to fit in,
but all I remember is starving myself,
trying to fit into a size zero.
Trying to fit my hands around my waist.
14 is for growth,
but all I grew was scars like stripes
All across my body
They spread like weeds,
and consumed me.
15 is for love,
but I fell in love with the wrong thing,
My first love was the smell of my own blood
and the taste of my own tears.
16 is for rebellion,
but I was too tired for that.
I was trapped in my own mind,
and it played *****
There were no rules to break.
17 is for freedom,
but I never got a taste.
They were too worried about my safety,
I was a danger to myself.
Couldn't be left alone.
I was the flight risk.
And 18 was for realizing that
everything went too fast,
and it did.
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