Me

People wish they could be young
I loathe for the day when my time has come
Drowning myself sane with rum
Don't stop till everything's numb
Speedometer rising with the engines hum
Lights fading as darkness comes
I'm glad that I cannot see
Wrists bleeding with a silent plea
What a story I turned out to be
People may find my thoughts hurtful or mean
But it's everyday in the mind of someone who's just sixteen.