Grown Up

With no one to call or text

I sit in my dark room

Afraid of turning on the light

Because I no longer recognize myself

I grab the bottle of Hennessy from under my bed and binge it

Not the smartest move but I am tired

I am tired of living

Tired of thoughts devouring me

Tears uncontrollably run down my face

This is not what I wanted

It is not what I dreamed of

It is not what I worked hard for

This is not the dream they sold me

All I was searching for was freedom

And yet growing up feels like a burden

 

 

 

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