A letter to myself to break a record.
The bright apple green walls with colorful decor.
The youth in me all dried up as future tears do with time.
The lilies I set to bed, tucked away, goodnight.
I listen to the music that my young self enjoyed for years.
The words I want to say, the message much too clear.
To calm the record that's scratched and cries with tragedy.
A squeal so loud from the scraping, interrupting it's own harmony.
A letter to my small self only I could understand.
You will face a great mountain and you will be swallowed by the sand.
An oceanside you never befriended.
An oceanside that made you feel so lonesome and stranded.
Who would I be if not the future pain you feel?
A letter to my past, my self, and a future yet to seal.
YOU ARE READING
Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
