Three Days
Three days from eighteen years old
And I still don’t know who the hell I’m gonna be
Three days from the first
Of my teenage dreams
And I still wake up crying
I still stumble through most days of the week
I still tell myself
That’s it’s okay to want to die
But not okay to act on it
Three days from a new step
That feels the same as all the others
Because none of my demons have gone away
Just adapted to my circumstances
Three days from eighteen years old
And I still can’t convince myself
That I’ve actually made it this far
1/7/18
Copyright © Carissa Marie | Year Posted 2018
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