i'm gonna be 17 tomorrow and i'm no where near being 17. i can't drive. i don't have a job. i don't know who to sign up for the act, much less pass it. i forget to eat. i can't wash my own clothes. i'm a little kid but i'm going to be 17 tomorrow and i'm scared.

the instant silence; darkness.
all alone
floating, almost.
just you and your thoughts
under the safe cover of water.
slow and calm
not breathing with lungs
but with the mind.
good thoughts in,
bad thoughts out.
disposing all the negative
and filling up the hollows
with all the positivity
that can fit.
but lungs start to
yell and fill the silence up
with the urgent need
for oxygen,
above the safe cover
of water.