the miserable life of a miserable teenager
tw curtains close

Been over for awhile, oughta end the show. Mom, not you crying again.

You know I love you with my whole heart, but I don’t love myself and it hurts too much to watch. For the both of us.

You were strong enough to fight off your demons and you’ll never know how proud of you I am for that.

Keep smiling, keep pushing.

Dad, not you feeling bad now.

Yes, you could’ve done a lot better, a lot more. But what difference would that have made?

You’re not the serious talk type,

and my life was never taken seriously.

Still, I love you. The man I chose to see most of my childhood, I love him.

And I miss him.

Brothers, not you actually showing emotion.

I know I never acted like it, but you’re my best friends. The most important people in my life.

We fought, yet you laughed at all my jokes. You came to the hospital when I couldn’t get comfortable.

I love you, give them hell.

Reader, not you actually getting this far.

Maybe I wrote this to feel less alone. To feel like somebody’s actually listening.

If you’re fighting your own demons, please for me, don’t let them get you too.

I know you can’t see the bright side, but that’s only cause the sun’s gone down.

You wait for that sunrise, it’s beautiful. I want you to feel that proud inner moment,

You will win.