Why do I feel like I'm hiding,
Why do I feel like I'm lying,
Why do I feel like I'm wrong?
I feel wrong.
I'm not supposed to be here,
I'm not supposed to feel this,
I'm not supposed to,
I'm too young.
I'm too young to die,
But I'm dying inside.
I'm too young to feel
Like my time here is done.
I'm too young to want,
Numbness in my bones.
I'm too young to hate,
The person I've become,
When I haven't even found out who I should be.
I'm too young for this.
I should smile,
Not frown.
I should fit in,
Not feel out of place.
I should be happy.
I'm too young for this.
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Breath
Poetrybreath /breTH/ noun archaic the power of breathing; life. synonyms: life, life force