“You’re only 15, you don’t have enough life experience to know things I know.”
Yeah, I am 15. I don’t pay bills yet, I don’t work, I don’t have to worry about money, my family, home or whatever. But don’t you fucking tell me I don’t have enough life experience.
I was 8 when my parents divorced.
I was 8 when my father left.
I was 9 when I cried myself to sleep almost every night.
I was 9 when I was called worthless by my relatives.
I was 11 when I had my first suicidal thoughts.
I was 11 when I realized nobody cared.
I was 11 when I thought that everybody would be happier without me.
I was 13 when I discovered my mother had a baby with another man.
I was 13 when my mother decided that she didn’t want to see me anymore.
I was 13 when I knew that the only thing I could be excited for was death.
I was 14 when my classmates almost bullied me into suicide.
I was 14 when my teachers didn’t do anything about it.
Now, I am 15 and have social anxiety.
I am 15 and have almost no friends.
I am 15 and I have extreme trust issues.
I am 15 and I know nobody cares.
I am 15 and I know that this world isn’t worth living in.
I am 15 and music are my only escapes.
I am 15 and I know everybody lies when they tell you “love yourself no matter what”.
I am 15 and in all honesty, I want death for my birthday.
So don’t you fucking tell me I don’t have enough life experience because I have been through what most people haven’t and I have kept it all a secret. My friends don’t know I’m suicidal, my mother doesn’t love me. And you seriously don’t know how hard it is to be so afraid that someone will yell at you or judge you because of what you did/been through so you just don’t talk about it with no one. It’s just you and your thoughts. And it has felt like I have lived a thousand years. So sit your ass down and shut your fuck mouth because I have enough life experience for anything.