dear twelve-year-old me, i could tell you ten million things; cheer up don't be so sad stop hurting yourself it'll be okay just breathe deep but i know you wouldn't listen you don't believe yourself, you don't trust yourself, after all.
dear twelve-year-old me, i could tell you ten billion things but you only need to hear one; just hold on, sweetheart help's coming. you can't see it now, you can't feel it now, but it'll come. your hope will survive you'll continue to breathe you can still love you're broken you're ***** you're fractured but wounds heal scars form water cleans
hold on, hold on tight, survive and one day, someday, you might just live.