sixteen

long brown hair, foolish eyes and a heavy heart beating against her chest

sixteen

still waiting on a prince
or maybe just a boy that will make her feel like she's not the one to blame
someone who will hold her tight when the voices inside her head start screaming at her for no reason at all
or a bright smile to light up the fire she used to have behind her sad brown eyes

sixteen

no ambition or fears
aiming to make it to next year with no scars on wrists and no demons under her sheets
because lately the sky is holding its stars
and she can't make a wish

sixteen

hanging on a tiny string of gold
waiting on a hand she will never hold
waiting on a boy she will never know