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.
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Memoirs of a Broken Me.
PoetryEvery year presented more struggles... And they are far from over.