Dear past self,
I hope you're doing alright
Though I know you aren’t
I hope someday you’ll sit down to write
Or pick up your guitar and,
Know that you’ll be okay tonight
I know you treat that bed like a tomb
And your family is worried about you
Your face becomes gaunt
Your brain dies doing an assignment that's long overdue
And someday you’ll forget about cliques
And that toxic friend group,
And learn to speak out about the subjects,
That are considered taboo
Someday you’ll put down the blade
And learn that you don’t deserve pain
That those girls shouldn’t beat you down
And maul you until only your bones remain
I hope you know that you won't ever be perfect
Because beauty is hard to maintain,
When the voices get louder
And you’re going insane
But past self,
I hope that someday you read this,
And know that you will escape
You will crawl out of that abyss
And when you do,
Know that I’m proud of you
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
Dear past self,
I hope you're doing alright
Though I know you aren’t
I hope someday you’ll sit down to write
Or pick up your guitar and,
Know that you’ll be okay tonight
I know you treat that bed like a tomb
And your family is worried about you
Your face becomes gaunt
Your brain dies doing an assignment that's long overdue
And someday you’ll forget about cliques
And that toxic friend group,
And learn to speak out about the subjects,
That are considered taboo
Someday you’ll put down the blade
And learn that you don’t deserve pain
That those girls shouldn’t beat you down
And maul you until only your bones remain
I hope you know that you won't ever be perfect
Because beauty is hard to maintain,
When the voices get louder
And you’re going insane
But past self,
I hope that someday you read this,
And know that you will escape
You will crawl out of that abyss
And when you do,
Know that I’m proud of you
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