little me, why so sorrow? what makes you disconnect?
seeing your body in pictures sent shivers down your neck the rhythmic beating pounding as an alarm body restless when will you get rest then?
little me, you waited quite a while family's opinions turned vile it didn't matter much you never connected only as much as a charger is to phone
escapism buried her when he could be online reversing roles and affirming yourself only gained so much self help a tool to be unlocked
little me, you had blocks in front of you you played with them as trial until they weren't meanwhile so what did it mean to you? what did you learn? how did you grow? what did you learn?
little me, you're too young to understand one day you'll find who I am we've always been together tight knit and forever don't lose the game of cards unless you want your graveyard
Saw a picture of myself from about 6 or 7 years ago and felt inclined to write a message to myself then. If I met a younger version of myself, I wouldn't have told them everything that's happened so far. I would've just asked them why they do the things they do, and to think critically. having exposure to internet was great, but it did rot my mind.