Growing Up To Soon

It's hard to be happy when all you can think about is your heart being stomped on again just like the many times before.

It's hard to be happy when there's so much bad going on around you when you missed a childhood and teenage years had to grow up and know the terrors of the world before you even learnt to really walk.

It's hard to be happy with all these bad thoughts, the voices inside your head that tell you not to talk. Tell you you're not enough. Tell you to give up. To stay in bed. To stop trying.

It's so very hard to be happy and put on a smile when the truth is inside you're dying. Cutting your skin is a way of telling yourself, you are alive you are here, you are not indestructible.

But it's so very hard when you know the terrors of the world and not to trap yourself in a room with a knife and a gun, a rope and a bottle of pills all together they should not fail, a way out. A room with no escape that's life and there's only one way out.