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Dear Me
Many hate ourselves and we may never know why
Dear me,
I’m running out of songs to write
They’re about the same pain every
Time to face the facts, to face the truth
I’m still hurt; I’m still mad; I’m still scared of you.
You thought the universe would cheat you
And by that you cheated me
And you laid in bed shaking,
sick; afraid to fall asleep
But you never truly woke up from the meds
Despite a working body
And the world has nothing to do with your current suffering
Perhaps this whole time you’ve been asleep.
Because at what moment could it have been?
Was there one snapping moment
that made you shut down??
You can’t remember anything..
Going home from the school assembly to check your limbs for bruises,
Marks, scrapes - nothing;
And so they weren’t abusive
No there’s nothing you can blame,
yet you hold on too tightly to the past.
If you claim it was so bad why do you try to make everything last?
Can you blame your mom? No. Your brothers? No. Your dad?
Giving yourself nightmares has never made you look so bad.
The basement’s hiding mold, it’s time to grow up and leave
To not hold every single thing against you,
Good luck.
Sincerely,
Me
Dear me,
I’m running out of songs to write
They’re about the same pain every
Time to face the facts, to face the truth
I’m still hurt; I’m still mad; I’m still scared of you.
You thought the universe would cheat you
And by that you cheated me
And you laid in bed shaking,
sick; afraid to fall asleep
But you never truly woke up from the meds
Despite a working body
And the world has nothing to do with your current suffering
Perhaps this whole time you’ve been asleep.
Because at what moment could it have been?
Was there one snapping moment
that made you shut down??
You can’t remember anything..
Going home from the school assembly to check your limbs for bruises,
Marks, scrapes - nothing;
And so they weren’t abusive
No there’s nothing you can blame,
yet you hold on too tightly to the past.
If you claim it was so bad why do you try to make everything last?
Can you blame your mom? No. Your brothers? No. Your dad?
Giving yourself nightmares has never made you look so bad.
The basement’s hiding mold, it’s time to grow up and leave
To not hold every single thing against you,
Good luck.
Sincerely,
Me
Published 26th Mar 2019
| Edited 17th Apr 2019
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