A personal poem I wrote
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 π 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















