You’re only 16, what do you know? You’re right, what do I know? I don’t watch the news and I sure as hell don’t pay attention to economics but at age 16 I have learned to take more precautions and witnessed more than most adults.
By age 16 I know how to hide my scars and my mess of a life behind a sinless smile. I’ve perfected masking my troubled soul I sometimes fool myself.
By age 16 I know not to wear my heart on my sleeves, but to keep every emotion and feeling bottled up inside me and let it eat me inside out and not flinch at the pain.
I know at 16 what the back seat of a car feels like, leather seats are far too familiar.
I know at 16 what it’s like to wake up in a hospital bed after my third suicide attempt. Each beat from the heart monitor torments me. Next time I’ll know to down more pills.
I know what it feels like to lose my best friend because she got it right the first time.
Age 16 I know alcohol tastes better than tears and drugs make me feel whole, but the last thing I want to be addicted to is a boy who promises me I’m beautiful.
No. I don’t pay taxes and no, I don’t live on my own but I do know what it’s like to hurt, and I do know what it’s like to survive.
But what do I know? I’m 16."