The 13

And we finally come to the poem

Number thirteen

For the thirteen years, I’ve regretted not doing things

For the years I’ve spent

Thinking of death

That never stopped

But I’ve grown

Sprouted

Before, I’ve dealt with these feelings

By contemplating death

What would happen

If I died?

Well, that doesn’t end

But I’ve grown

Stronger

Confident

Kinder

Loving

Of

Myself