​A letter to my younger self

To the younger me,

I know you’ll never get the chance to read this

But I hope your little eyes can see,

That you never needed someone to put down their fist.

I know you never felt the gentle caress

From a warm home

I know you always felt like excess

And found comfort in your phone.

You buried your nose in books

And did all the numbers

To avoid the spoken hooks

That plagued all your slumbers.

I know you covered your ears

And hid underneath the blanket

Crying from all the fears

And all the yelling as your heart sank.

You shouldn’t have grown like that

The enviorment plagued your heart with darkness

And it marinated and sat

Until you were heartless.

I know you begged the god we don’t believe in

For some kind of closure

For an end to the pain

To the eternal mental enclosure.

I wish I could go back and tell you

That it would get better

But It doesn’t get better

You just grow stronger.

You grow so strong that your heart breaks

And this time you don’t run and hide

You raise all the stakes

And fight for your side.

I hope I could go back and comfort you

But that’s not something that I can do

With this letter I try to comfort you

In the present form too.