tw: mentions of anorexia and suicidal ideation/suicide attempt
~ i love oxford commas ~
written on: january 13, 2024
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i haven't celebrated my birthday since i was twelve
i thought it was selfish to have an entire day to myself
when thirteen came around i avoided the subject like a plague
i couldn't have a party because i couldn't eat the cake
my fourteenth birthday happened during spring musical season
it was a blur of thinking of ending it all but in the end i couldn't find a reason
fifteen wasn't memorable
in comparison to the world falling apart, a birthday seemed dull
there was no sweet sixteen
all i did was run sixteen miles, refuse to eat, then shove my face into my pillow and scream, scream, scream
ten days before i turned seventeen i was supposed to end
no happy birthday, just an empty pill bottle and a lot of regret
eighteen was so very different and so very confusing
just me staring into the mirror at the body i had been abusing
nineteen was when it really hit me in all its glory
i don't think that the teenage dream was ever supposed to be this gory
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poetry by wunder
Poetrymy old stuff is pretty bad but my newer stuff is much better, please pay attention to when it was written and feel free to start at the end of the book!! i will have trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters when necessary. stay safe, i love you.
