Ending the stigma through poetry
People talk about marriage, children and growing old
They ask for my opinion
And act surprised
When I say I don’t think that far ahead
How am I supposed to explain
I didn’t think I’d still be alive at 25?
Those highs and lows got some of the best years of my life
But hell, I’m here
So I’ll drink to still breathing
Just don’t ask me about marriage, children or growing old