I've gone through so much.
More than any sixteen year old should go through.
It's torn me down, and I had to learn to get back up.
It's pushed me away from everything and I had to learn to find my way back
It's showed me that not everyone has good intentions, and I had to learn to close myself off.
Because after a while, you can't bear any more pain from ones you once held close.
The hell I've been through is unimaginable and something I have to block out since I've been through it time and time again.
So many times, in fact, that I should have memorized the way I get out of that excruciating hell.
But I don't. I never have and probably never will
I still fall into depressive states or anxious tendencies when life rears its head at me.
I could be optimistic like I usually am, but I don't think I have any more optimism left in me...