Seventeen

Seventeen years.
Millions of tears.
Countless regrets.
Undeniable fears.

So many times
I've disappointed everyone.
So much, looking back now,
That I wish I'd never done.

The scars I bear upon my arm
Remind me that I'm torn.
I feel like I've been dying
Since the day that I was born.

I wouldn't even be here,
Were I brave enough to die.
I want, so bad, to leave this place
But I'm afraid and I don't know why.

To bleed, to cry, to fear, to try,
These things I've done. It's true.
I've given up on living
And it's all because of you.