Not a thing

At 13 years my life is blank.
I know there's pain,
I know I lived,
But not a thing is seen; remembered.

At 18 years I am still slipping.
I still cover cuts,
I still try to fight,
But not a thing can stop me; help me.

At 21 years I awake to a truth:
I am through this.
I have won.
And not a thing will drag me down; not a thing will break me.

At 21 years I take control.
I have grown stronger.
I have taken back my life.
And not a thing will ever change that.