Growing up means no ones coming

No ones coming when you fall

No ones coming when you cry

And when your fever is 102 you make your own tea

Being grown is the acceptance

Its knowing that no ones coming and trying to be ok with it

Its falling down the stairs and not only having to stop yourself crying but also cleaning up the huge mess you just made

Its puking your guts out passing out and waking up not only where you fell but next to the vomit of the night before

Its falling asleep downstairs

And waking up downstairs