i was thirteen years old
riding my bike down the road
past my old friend's house
thinking to myself,
"things may never get better.
i may never make it to highschool."
if i didn't find some reason
to live by the time i turned eighteen,
i planned to end my life.
well, i'm eighteen now.
i have a few months left of highschool.
i'm so far from having it all together,
but i've made it this far
no matter how hard it was,
no matter how many nights i cried myself to sleep
wondering,
why me,
why this,
why now;
i'm making it
no matter how painful
and stressful
and exhausting
and heartbreaking these past few years have been.
