I don’t think getting older ever gets easier

The pain and anguish of broken hearts

Never goes away

But I am 21 now

I have free range to explore an array of vices

But I still feel like a kid

Who wants to curl up into a ball

Clutching her blankie

Crying silently

The world feels so big

And I don’t know how to solve anything

I’m scared anytime someone asks


The future

I don’t think it gets easier

But my sheets are now 1000 thread count

And my blankie has turned into a boy I’ve fallen for

And I want to be held more than ever



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