To Grow Up Is To Fade Away Poem by Molly LaBelle

5 years old and always wanting a bedtime story
And nothing would ever end.
8 years old and my eyes dance across the words in the book so joyfully
And everything will always be infinite.
10 years old and reality will never be as great as the stories right in front of me
And everything is happy and still infinite.
14 years old and the pages don’t mean a thing to me anymore
And everything is not as infinite as I thought.
16 years old and reality is the only thing I will ever know
Life is different and I want to be infinite.
I could have been 17 but I couldn't take it anymore
Life was a nightmare and the blade was my best friend
And I suppose nothing is ever infinite.