Adolescence Poem by Mila Bell

Will I be alive in twenty years,
Or even ten?
I can't see my future very well,
Maybe I'll die tomorrow on a walk with my dog, listening to mitski while my bones getting crushed by a car in an odd situation,
like never before

This town healed me and gave me new traumas,
I feel like I'm living and don't want to die
For the first time in a while,
This feeling lasts longer than a blink of an eye

My friends at the different places
And I'm in the city I hate the most,
It opened my eyes but closed my heart
Now I'm pretending to be the person I've been
And it hurts the most