#growingupsucks
don’t let the years come knocking,
not while my heart’s still loud.
i’m not ready for quiet
or blending into the crowd.
i still want to cry at movies
and dance like i can’t be seen,
write songs i’ll never finish,
and dream like i’m thirteen.
i don’t want suits and deadlines
or calls i have to take.
i want late-night talks
and mistakes i’m meant to make.
let me stay in the middle
where nothing feels too clear,
where i’m scared,
but still believe in things that disappear.
if time comes by tomorrow,
tell her i’ve run away—
i’m hiding in this moment
where i still feel okay.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
There wasn't much left to do but drink the night away; just me and this bottle of ***
I seemed to have blurred the lines from being 18 and happy to 22 and ready to drink myself to death.
I am not sure how I got here, maybe years of hiding sadness, who knows really?
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC