A letter to my past self we could have done so much good.
We could have sat silently and smiled politely but no.
We turned to smoking *** in the bathroom with our ¨friends¨.
Like I said we could have done so much good but we didn't like that.
We liked the thrill from rebelling in some way no one would ever think of.
We also wanted to dye our hair and pierce our face while wanting to be alone.
We laid lazealy on the couch pretending to be as innocent as a baby.
We listened to heavy metal in the dark to feel less angry with ourselves.
We cried and lied to everyone around told them that we where fine.
A letter to my past self we can learn to get better and heal with everyday.