They tell me;
“You’re 16. What do you know?-
You don’t pay taxes.
You don’t pay bills or a mortgage.
You don’t worry about having a job.
You don’t have mouths to feed.”
I’m only 16.
But at the age of 13 I was already contemplating suicide.
At the age of 13 I was told how ugly, fat, and untalented I was.
How I would never amount to anything.
At 15 I held a bottle of pills in my hands several times a week.
At 15 my parents fought so loudly the whole house would shake.
At 15 I stopped eating dinner for two months.
By the age of 16 my thighs were covered in scars.
At 16 I learned what it was like to pray every night that I wouldn’t wake up to see the sun.
At 16 I swallowed a bottle of pills and had my stomach pumped in the middle 3rd period.
At 16 I woke up in a hospital and cried because I wasn’t dead.
At 16 I was told my depression and anxiety were just cries for attention.
At 16 my mother told me that what I am is unnatural.
At 16, I lived more than a 34 year old has ever experienced.
So I may not have to pay taxes.
But at 16 I have anxiety attacks over the piles of homework I have to turn in the next day.
I may not have to worry about feeding my kids.
but I worry constantly about accidentally eating.
So you tell me;
“You’re 16. What do you know?”
And my answer is;
“Far too much”