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Sixteen and someone...

Sixteen and someone...

???This is a strong piece. It's an awareness write about teenage suicide and trying to show how IMPORTANT it is to TALK before it's to late, there's always a glimmer of hope in everyone ???

Sixteen and someone...

Here in my room, looking at four walls, like a broken angel ready to fall,
I want to be left alone, there's faces that I don't know, I'm featherless and feel cold,
None of this is my fault, curtains shut, I'm so lost without my own thoughts,
A daughter without a mother, a girl with a soldier brother, yet I weep at home.

There'll be sadness when I'm gone, 
Because I'm sixteen and someone,
I need to fight for my life tonight,
I need to fight one last time,
I'm still sixteen and someone,
I'm still sixteen and someone...

My mam went off the rails, I thought she seen my pain but she kept walking away,
My brother went off to war, I sit waiting for that call but time seems to escape,
I'm writing these words in the hope I'm not a curse, maybe time will tell,
I'm sick of sitting on my bed, living night after night in the same old hell.

I can talk online but that's where the bullies hide and shatter my smile,
I can talk face to face but that's where I'm shy and I just want to curl up and die,
I can turn the key and lock myself away but that's when I think of my razor blade,
I can see myself in the mirror but not for long as inner beauty turns into hate.

There'll be sadness when I'm gone, 
Because I'm sixteen and someone,
I need to fight for my life tonight,
I need to fight one last time,
I'm still sixteen and someone,
I'm still sixteen and someone...

I won't shed anymore tears, the stars in the sky are shining for me,
Not a sound in the house, so with my mind, I write this in my diary,
I've got memories of being loved, but now on my own, this I feel is enough,
I have a heart,
I have a smile,
I even have my hand, waiting for that special touch.

So...
When the evening comes, I imagine your arms around me, oh so tight, 
When my birthday comes and I blow them candles, I wish you'd fight,
Then again, I'm strong who I am, no matter how broken, I put myself together,
I raise myself up, sometimes I stumble and crawl but times will get better.

There'll be sadness when I'm gone, 
Because I'm sixteen and someone,
I need to fight for my life tonight,
I need to fight one last time,
I'm still sixteen and someone,

I'm still, only sixteen and someone...

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