something that every little kid looks forward to
only ends up breaking their heart,
making them lay awake at two
on a Saturday morning,
forcing them to place just a little too much
pressure between their skin and the blade.
and maybe that's what it's supposed to do,
being a teenager.
it's supposed to teach us that life
isn't a walk in the park,
a leisurely morning spent watching
cartoons and eating cereal.
now, it's time to be a grown up.
don't you know adults don't reminisce?
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
something that every little kid looks forward to
only ends up breaking their heart,
making them lay awake at two
on a Saturday morning,
forcing them to place just a little too much
pressure between their skin and the blade.
and maybe that's what it's supposed to do,
being a teenager.
it's supposed to teach us that life
isn't a walk in the park,
a leisurely morning spent watching
cartoons and eating cereal.
now, it's time to be a grown up.
don't you know adults don't reminisce?
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