It's been 5,860 days since I first saw the world.
Since I saw my loving mother and father's eyes as they cried of joy for their first born.
There was hope in them,
I think I recall.
They dreamed as to what I'd become.
They thought about my future, thinking how happy and successful I'd be.
But 5,860 days later, my future has no success in sight.
16 years old, still going nowhere.
I am not happy, like they dreamed.
I am fucked up and broken.
From their own doing and the world's.
I wish I could have more to offer them.
Maybe in another 5,860 days I'll have a change of heart.
Maybe I'll be successful.
Hell, I'll Maybe even be happy.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
