brianna jean zeiger

teenage years

welcome to the teenage years,
where our juice boxes turn into vodka,
our oxygen is polluted with nicotine.
and birthday parties now mean,
slumped over a toilet on the bathroom floor
on verge of alcohol poisoning,
while your best friend is screaming for help in the room next door.

welcome to the teenage years, 
once upon a time,
if a boy touched you,
you’d get cooties.
but now,
you let a boy you never met
feel you up in the bathroom stall during passing period,
just because he’s cute and he snapchatted you a 8/10 rate that one time.

welcome to the teenage years,
our enemies are no longer our siblings,
but are now,
the ex best friends you lost over a guy,
so now they try everything they can to break you,
as they tell everyone your darkest secrets.

welcome to the teenage years
drugs used to mean what you needed when you were sick,
to get healthy,
but now
theres two girls that pop xanax and vicodin in the bathroom daily,
to just feel something, other than their fathers fists against their jaw because they didn’t have enough to pay the utilities. 

welcome to the teenage years,
funny how our parents used to be our biggest fans,
but now,
they’re our biggest critics,
making us find ways to stay away from home for as long as we can, because we know as soon as we walk in that door, we’re told everything we’re doing wrong. instead of everything we’ve been doing right. 

welcome to the teenage years,
where you’d kill to be sad over those stupid little things again,
because you now have depression and you’re trying to find the pros and cons to keep yourself alive for just one more night.
but,
there’s now only pros of hanging off your ceiling.
all cause it’s too hard of a fight.

welcome to the teenage years,
who knew growing up would be depression, mental illness and drugs.
or
turning to a blade just to feel something other than wanting to die. 


and we all wanted to grow up.