the miserable life of a miserable teenager

The poison running through my veins. Cut my stomach open and take out all the darkness you see, I really can’t do this one on my own.

It’s tainted my blood,

you need to fix the problem you started.

Please, it’s hurting me, not you.

I wouldn’t ask you if there was another way. Or if it didn’t hurt really bad. If you leave it like this, it’ll only get worse. Spread.

I don’t want to lose even the last sip of myself. Don’t let it take control of my life.

A disease spread by my young

courage and curiosity.

You could’ve quarantined me then, maybe saved me.

But you dropped my hand and encouraged me to discover myself.

Wish I realized, I didn’t want to know.