How time changes..

When I was five years old, I wished for a doll. When I was eight years old, I wished my mom would stop crying and we were happy. When I was ten years old, I wished my parents would stop fighting. When I was twelve, I wished to be skinny and beautiful. When I was thirteen I wished for all my pain to go away, and for myself to stop cutting. I am turning fourteen, and I wish to leave this cruel world. What happened to that little girl..? (btw this isn't my poem I found it on tiktok and thought it was amazing so don't come at me bc it's not mine, ty luvs have a great night 🤗)