I was 13, when I watched
“ always” turn into “ almost”
I was 14, when I realised
Forever is a joke
I was 15, overthinking Bout things ,
That never really happened
I was 16, Searching for wounds
that weren’t mine
I was 17, when I apologised
For simply existing
I am 18, when I drown in guilt
Just for the way I love
I don’t wanna write resumes
I wanna write SORRY LETTERS
to my old self
for RUINING ALL MY TEEN YEARS
I wish I lived, instead of trying to fit in
And I’m petrified, I will RUIN 19 too
Somewhere between constant overthinking
And ocean of tears,
I blinked and lost all these years
Wish time could pass a little slow
Wish I could go back to being 13 again
I owe this last page 19 left,
To every younger version I ruined