Don’t bother
Mother or father.
You didn’t deserve them
You ungrateful piece of phlegm.
After this is written, I know you will read it again as a spirit.
In fact, once you read this again, burn it!
Despite the sins
Despite the pain
Despite the policy
Despite the gain
You were going to end it all from the start
Cause you always fell apart.
So much for having a bright future
More like dead humor.
We were always hard on you, the past and I,
And it affected you, future, so I know it is not all fine.
No matter our choices
You have to fix it.
Dead or alive
Unforgiving and unwilling.
It’s up to you, future me,
What will it be?
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
Don’t bother
Mother or father.
You didn’t deserve them
You ungrateful piece of phlegm.
After this is written, I know you will read it again as a spirit.
In fact, once you read this again, burn it!
Despite the sins
Despite the pain
Despite the policy
Despite the gain
You were going to end it all from the start
Cause you always fell apart.
So much for having a bright future
More like dead humor.
We were always hard on you, the past and I,
And it affected you, future, so I know it is not all fine.
No matter our choices
You have to fix it.
Dead or alive
Unforgiving and unwilling.
It’s up to you, future me,
What will it be?
Prompt: ode to future self