I grew cold and weary,
as these years go by,
I have learnt how naive
I could truly be.
Rape culture,
drinking,
cigarettes and weed.
There is no erase,
for the things I have seen.
Grow up,
get out,
You're a grown woman,
There is no going back,
no matter how you wish you can.
Jess Terry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twenty-3/
