We Lost The Summer

What i see

You are struggling.
I see it.
That young teenager that lived 16 years,
Feels like an old person, who lived 100 years.

The number named age is so small yet so big for you.

Every night.
I pray,
I pray for a better you,
Healthy you,
Happy you,
Carefree you,
Joyful you,
Lucky you,
Lovely you,
Caring you,
Pretty you,
Honest you,
A you that you will love and cherish forever

You are selfless and I hate it.
You put others first,
But they don't put you first.
They tease you,
Anger you.
Just to see the miserable you and laugh.
They leave at your worst
And ruin your happiness.
Yet you are so nice and accept their meaningless apologies.