16 (CW: suicide)

(Dear you, this isn't about you. I promise.)

Dear everyone else, this is a piece I wrote recently. A close friend of mine suggested I get back into writing and post it somewhere, so I've decided to post my writings here. 

i was supposed to end 16, sinking to the bottom of the ocean

where the waves crash over my body and disfigure my identity

but now i am here

and my identity is still disfigured

my face forgotten, my voice lost in the sea

some days, the hard days, i wish i did commit

i am not supposed to be here

and on some days, the hard days, i wish i wasnt

every step i take feels like maybe i shouldve taken those final steps off that bridge

but instead i am here

in a place i dont belong

with a life i shouldnt be living

- Eden