Death

Being a teenager means different things for different people. When you think about being a teenager most people think, staying out late, dating, texting, sneaking out, and counting the days until you’re old enough to drive. But for some people being a teenager is like being in hell. You’re not allowed to date, you don’t have a phone, and you always have a curfew even in the summer. Who cares about driving when you’re not gonna get a car? You aren’t allowed to live your own life. You’re bullied, because you’re different. You always feel like no one loves you. People like that spend every minute of everyday, waiting. They count the seconds until they’re finally old enough to leave and they can be out of whatever place they’re in. Sometimes you can’t always tell who these people are. Most of them paste a fake smile on their face everyday so you’d never know the difference. But the ones that don’t bother to pretend, you can see easily. Even the ones that pretend, sometimes still give signs. But no one cares, until they’re gone. Whether you know they’re miserable or not mostly everyone who feels like this turn to things they know are wrong. It feel’s like an escape, something that’s yours and yours only. And as much as it hurts you or will hurt you later, the escape is worth it. And eventually you’re addicted to whatever it is you’ve turned to. Cutting,drugs,alcohol. You start to believe that maybe it isn’t wrong. How can it be wrong when it feels so right? And then it takes over your life. You can’t stop, you just can’t. And you’re back at where you started. You have something that controls your life. Except this time it’s possible to get over it. You just need to find another escape, a good one this time, and one that won’t hurt you. And some people do, they turn their lives around, and that is a very hard thing to do. But the others, they take the hard way out or I guess you could call it the easy way, it really depends on your point of view. Death.