Dear Younger Me

Dear younger me;
Time has passed by, we’ve lost some touch
I barely remember being like you, at this point
That hurts like hell, I must admit
But that’s just life, I will recall.

I’ve learned many things on my way here
Most of them, the shittiest way
I must reveal some paths you ought take
To not be hurt as much as I have been

Love is not a friendly guy
He will hurt you most of your miserable time
Stay young at mind, that might help
From the terrible sadness which you will find.

Be careful with the short, cute girl
She will be sweet like no one else
You will meet her, but remember this
Whatever you do, don’t fall for her.

I feel sad for you already
The things you’ve lived, no soul will know
You have too much love to give, that’s the truth
But you decided to give it to all the wrong ones.

Dear younger me, you will be sad
It’s in your destiny, it is your life
You’ll get used to it by the time you’re me
But try, just try, to smile a little more.
You will have learned a lot by when you’re twelve
But not to not have loved that cute, short girl.

Dear younger me, I miss you now
I don’t recognize this sad, older you
I wish you’d come back at some point
So the sky transcends from gray to blue

I wish for you to be the happiest
Version of me, in our lives
I wish for you to take the paths there are left
‘Cause I’ve already taken all the bad ones.

Be as kind as always, don’t fight that much
You will be loved, at least there’s that
Hold more hands, mostly yours
Sleep well, love, and, fuck; go out some more…

Comfort zone will be your friendly enemy
It will love you but make you trapped
You might love it lots of days
But you will hate it when you become sad

Hatred will be your mentor
To understand to love humanity
To hate all humans, because they’re bad
To free yourself from your fucking loneliness
And your fucked up relationship with your mom and dad.

Dear younger me; don’t pay attention.
For all the things I had to see,
I am angry, and mostly sad
Be anything at all, but don’t be like me.

Dear younger me, trust a bit less

All the good ones are less numerous than we thought

Depression is a tasty, bad old friend

So be prepared for when it knocks your door.

You’ll spend much time sitting home alone

You will be great at what you do

Reading will help for when her memory shows up

She will be there, at every moment

So just be happier

Sincerely, you.