kick me when i’m down. and i’ll bleed quick. young. i am a wasted childhood. i am a teenage wasteland. adulthood is so close, and it feels so far away. i feel so far away. from the things i say i am, and the things i want to be. the grass isn’t greener. its dry. and sharp. like sticks. i’ve talked my life away with these silly mismatched words. don’t try to piece me together. i make no sense. the train howls at the moon at 9:44 every night. ‘and the father will betray the son.’ kick me when i’m down. i’ll bleed slow. numb. now if everyone could give me a moment to breathe, i’d tell you that things are looking up. and if everyone could stop telling me what i am, i’d tell you that its because of her.
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