I burned a cigarette into my skin
To punish myself for letting you in
But I did not feel any pain
All it left was a mark, a stain
And it washed away with soap
Along with any semblance of hope
That my soul, mind, or body would recover
Love is one of those things that you discover
When you are young
And your heart is yet to be stung
When you’re older it’s a thing you miss
Being able to recover from a kiss
Now I stand here broken
Six months since we’ve spoken
And try as I might I can’t forget
And as much as I want I can’t regret
One single fucking minute spent with you
I’ve turned to the bottle, what else could I do?
I just hope that you’re happy, wherever you are
And that you think of me sometimes
When you lie under the stars.
I’ve had days where it’s nonstop from 5:30 AM until 10:00 at night. Wake up, get ready, go to school- which is literally draining- come home, run two and a half miles in half an hour, work out more, shower, do homework, and then at one point in my life, get ready for another class from 7-9. I didn’t join clubs or play sports, but fatigue has always sat on me like a huge boulder. Teenagers “don’t live in the real world” and don’t know “what it’s like” yet they probably have more rigorous schedules than most average working adults. So cut them some slack instead of jumping at every opportunity to tell them what they’ve done or are doing wrong. These years are not easy, no matter how golden any generation but ours wants to call it.