sixteen years of life
gone out the door
crumbling, so much,
like never before
every year
and once more
happy birthday
happy, right.
the thing i want most-
happiness
twelve year olds thinking that they wouldn't make it
to thirteen
to fourteen
to fifteen
it's not worth it,
sixteen,
it's not worth it,
ever
don't tell me that it will be
i'll be gone before you know it
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and poems
Poetrydon't even pay attention to me. or this book. stop reading. see, i don't even have a real cover on this. it's not worth your time.
