Don't tell me what to think

But I don't know what I want

Don't tell me how to live my life

But how do I want to live?

Don't try and tell me what I do is wrong

Though that line has become rather hazy…

Save me!

But don't help me;

I'll get through this on my own

My life is mine –

Take it

These are my words

Let them flow away, off the page forever

I don't write in pen

Nothing's permanent

But Sharpie stains my life with mistakes

Don't call them mistakes

Call them teachers

They bleed through and now all I see is ink

Don't tell me I'm drowning;

I'm already gone.