when i was a kid,
i had dreams.
that i would be sixteen,
living life like the teens.
beautiful, thin,
flawless it seems.
when i turned sixteen,
i stopped having dreams.
just visions of dying,
and people lying,
to my face like they ever gave a shit about me.
today i am sixteen,
unsure if i am to make it to seventeen,
my birthday wish this year,
is that i don't.
06:49
25/10/17
