WARNING This piece refers to suicide.

As I finally stand taunted by my teenage years

Too young to be an adult

Too old to be a kid

I don’t know myself

I run through the dark passages of the city

My ears and eyes are blinded

I fade from innocence

Day becomes night

Night becomes day

Try to save me

Try not save me

Speechless are my thoughts

What is wrong becomes right

What is right becomes wrong

Weed and sex

I fall in the temptations of earth

My Depression swallowed me

I vomit anxiety

I bleed tears

Heads turn everywhere

My voice murders me

My face is rotting

Pimples all over my face

My sexuality

My individuality

My independence

I am killed everyday

I new world I see

I stink

I don’t know

Solace is no more

Thinking is not an option

I’m not popular

Discouraged is my infrugated prospect

Anger issues

Rage and Age

I grow more than I wanted to grow

I died not yet

But yet not

My pillows gets soaked with tears

Extrovert and introvert I am

Stand in awe old Satan

I never ever want to be a teenager again

Suicide

Suicide

Suicide!