There are days when I can hardly breathe
When getting out of bed is something I am proud to achieve
They say we are too young to know true suffering
They’re right.
I shouldn’t know the pain of losing a close friend
Losing count of the funerals I attend
I shouldn’t crave the feeling of an empty stomach
Should be too young to watch those around me slit their wrists
And use self-harm as a way to feel bliss
Self-destructing as a way to feel something, anything
In a world where we have gone numb.