One day happened to change my life.
Tomorrow is also a hassle, however.
But what about three days from now?
Or even 4 seconds, minutes, hours.
It took you 5 seconds to say good bye, and by the time 6 seconds were up, you were completely gone.
Now 7 months have passed, you barely made a single call.
8...9...10 pills. At least that's all I remember taking. It was a dead night on the 11th month of the year. I thought it was going to be literal.
12 minutes had passed before I started to really blackout.
And by the 13th, I was knocked out.
Someone had then found me. My mother. "This shouldn't have to happen to my baby girl" she cried.
14. The age that began my depression. I moved a lot during that age.
14 then turned to 15. Things still weren't any better.
Now comes the big 16. The time were I can taste more freedom.
At least I thought I did.
But not quite.
16 is also the time this all happened.
A sweet sixteen soon turned into a damnation.
A father left her little girl when she needed him most.