birthday
i'm supposed to turn nineteen soon
which is crazy because in my mind
i wouldn't ever be alive at that age
it's crazy how fast time goes
how quickly this age snuck up on me
i'm still not sure if i want to make it
i have things afterwards i'd be sad to miss
but i'll be sad if i keep going too
the sadness only grows each day
reminding me of the impending doom
less than a month away
the thought of it is so scary
it seems like such a big age
in retrospect it might not seem like much
but to someone who expected
to never make it this long
turning nineteen is bigger than normal
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