fifteenth birthday

--I was going to kill myself on April 17th, 2025.-- (WARNING FOR SUICIDE MENTION)

I was going to kill myself on April 17th, 2025.

My fifteenth birthday.

I’d given myself three years to get better,

three years to heal and love life again.

I had a plan to sneak away during the night,

walk in front of a car,

Hoping they’d never find me.

I promised myself that it would happen�"

But lord, look where we are now.

How quickly things can change, right?

I have friends.

I have plans for the rest of high school, for college,

for adulthood.

My body is taller, thinner, less prone to hurting

than it was three years ago.

I haven’t wanted to kill myself in just as long,

never even thought of picking up a knife in God knows how many months.

She’d be proud of me, that younger me

if she could see how far we’ve come.

I promised to kill myself on my fifteenth birthday, sure,

but why do that when these fifteen years have been so full of hope?

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! If ever you are struggling, just remember-- it gets better, I promise.

Please keep all comments kind!