Memoirs of a Broken Me.

When I was fourteen and vulnerable I looked the other way at ignorance.

When I was fifteen and reckless I ran toward danger.

When I was sixteen and sad I faked a smile I still fake today.

When I was seventeen and depressed I prayed to God I wouldn't wake up the next morning.

When I was eighteen and broken I helped everyone else to make sure no one ever felt as low as I did.

When I was nineteen and lost I looked to those who had left me and that's when I realized I had to change.

When I was twenty and in love I knew you were the one who would rescue me from it all, but I had to rescue myself from my demons first.