I am only a teen

Writing love letter is what I should do

Yet here I am writing words of goodbye

I should be drawing with pens and paper

Not razors on my skin

I should be out and about with friends

Not here in my room

Coaxing the darkness to come in

I am only a teen

I should be falling in love

But am I still a “teen”

If I would rather be friends with death

Than the monsters we call humans?