Thirteen
I am only thirteen yet ive experience many things out of my age.
I know what it feels like to be stabbed, or shunned.
Life is supposed to be full of joy, love, and laughter.
People write about happy things, for me its easier to write about the bad.
And sadly just a tad, I truly hate myself. Thanks Dad.
Mother does the best she can to make me feel as strong as a dam.
Lifes scary its harder to live then it is to die.
Sometimes reality and fantasy bleed and all i know is that i need a blade.
Rusted, trusty, sharp, small, anything to make these feelings dissapate.
People think I need help, maybe your right, dont get up tight.
My situation...is crappy, and unique, being a bisexual, bipolar, large girl...
Thats the hardest....No dont freak...leave my orientation alone.
I am only thirteen yet ive experienced many things out of my age.
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