I gave up so long ago on everything. I just ran and ran through it all.
I'm done running.
I'm facing it. I've done a lot of stupid things.
I had sex with strangers in cars.
I've had unprotected sex.
I cut my arms open.
I burnt myself.
I took tablets.
I pushed away my family, I pushed away my friends.
Don't know if I can change, don't know if I'm strong enough.
Come wednesday, I'll have my test results. Everything could change.
Don't know if I can fix myself, but I do know I want to.
I want to go to Paris.
I want a boyfriend.
I want to work.
I want to talk to my parents.
I want to laugh, and I want it to reach inside me.
I want a life beyond the hot sticky mess I've been smothered in.
I want to grow up, I want to grow out, I want to grow.
I don't want there to be anything wrong with me.
I want the world.
I want to feel it and see it and smell it and taste it and touch it and kiss it.
I'm not ok, I'm not alright, I'm not whole and healed.
But I don't want to be.
I'm facing it, I'm facing the right way.
So this night I have hope.
This night I have a life.