am i too old to fall back into the feelings i felt in my younger years?
am i too grown to take a razor to my wrist,
to dismiss all of my fears.
what a chilling reunion that would be.
am i too old to fall apart?
i am too old to not have my **** together.
at 21, depression is mindset.
**** it up at 21.
you wore sadness so well at 14,
15,
16,
17,
18,
19,
20.
it’s getting old, give it up.
sadness never lasts that long,
ignore the voices in your head,
you’re a big girl,
move on.
though my demons never went away,
i simply got used to them poking at my heart,
taunting my mind,
mocking my progress.
how far am i behind?