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