tomorrow i turn 20another addition to my hellish years16 was cruel, 17 was brutal18 was excruciating and 19 was unbearableand 20?
i'm few hours away from finding it out
growing up feels so scarynow that i'll be an grown adultno one allows me to walk at my own pacei have forgot what a walk isso let me drown in the ocean of tearsas i mourn again tomorrow my loss of living life without fears
About- This poem was written on May 23, 2025; 9:29pm. In other words, i wrote it last night. To be honest, since the beginning of the year, i have been wondering about this and this feeling is scary because i'm no longer 18 or 19. My teenage years are behind me and i have entered into adulthood. I can no longer escape from my little messes as each will come with a price to pay. I can no longer stay grounded as i will have to join the race.