Now it may be a bit badly written because I was high when I wrote it but I hope people can relate with my struggle of dealing with depression and a few of some life events. And everyone out there you’re not in this alone I’m always here to talk even if I don’t know you 😊
A letter to myself.
Dear 3 year old me
Life is more than what you see
Mummy crying in her room over letters you can’t read
Daddy will be back soon, soon he will be free
Don’t waste your young years worrying over things that are meant to be
And now you are 7, starting new schools can be hard
The chubby new girl at school “thick as lard”
They would push you and punch you and hurt you in the school yard
In class they even cut your hair, leaving you mentally scarred
But don’t waste your young years worry over things that are meant to be
12 years young but you thought you was old
You could say it was the year your heart grew cold
Self harming in your bedroom but nobody you told
Until that day at school where your secrets were sold
“The bully” “the emo” so many identities did you hold
The beginning of your depression had started to mold
But don’t waste your adolescent years worrying over things that are meant to be
16 years old, your first heartbreak, the end of your so called being
He made you feel amazing like you were his morning and his evening
Until he made you hate yourself confuse your every meaning
Convinced yourself “your friends are better” “you’re getting fatter” dislike everything you’re seeing
You cut yourself more and more, pain breeding as your veins are bleeding
“Will anyone love me” you ask yourself while your pain is conceding
But don’t waste your teenage years worrying over things that are meant to be
18 years old living your last years of education
Met a guy at a party has all your time and dedication
Keeping yourself grounded while ignoring the situation
Ignoring all haters while living in infatuation
University won’t be your thing but you give yourself persuasion
The working life certainly ain’t easy but eventually you give into temptation
But don’t waste your teenage years worrying over things that are meant to be
Dear present me, 20 with the health of an older
Lost some weight, still with your boyfriend, even your confidence is getting bolder
Your career is flourishing but your family keep your head on your shoulder
But you still cannot forget past events of your life folder
But don’t waste your adult years worrying over things that are meant to be
Dear future me
Is life more than what I see
More than what I’m experiencing, watching more than what I read
When will there be equality when will we finally be free?
Or am I just wasting my adult years worrying over things that are meant to be
