"I never planned on living
To see thirteen.
Each night I slept
Dreaming of never
Ever waking up,
Measuring my life
In suicide notes
And leaving scars to
Keep score.
I tried to live
Then I tried to die;
Neither really worked out for me.
A twelve year old girl
Make up smudged
And heart all-too-used
To feeling broken,
Not trying to rhyme
Because she desperately wants
The confidence to rebel
Against part of the
Everything that hurt her
So badly.
Mine isn't a story
Of on-wards and upwards-
I try
But it just doesn't
Work like that.
Life still hurts me
But it's still
Worth a shot
I guess
I hope.
I never planned on living
To see thirteen.
I turn fourteen
Next April."
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