Dear, little me.
Disregard every time someone says something stupid.
I know it becomes intrusive,
But baby you'll get through it.
You're not the person that you think you're gonna be.
And personally,
The only one to blame is me.
If I had only wrote this letter sooner,
Then you'd be more aware that,
All the times you didn't care were a lie,
And you just didn't realise,
That they were talking to you.
I know how you see it,
From the outside looking in,
A mist above reality.
Out of body,
Experiences were often for us.
Ha
I guess that coulda been a sign,
Saying this body ain't mine,
Permanently trying to decline the offer to live with it.
But realistically,
We didn't know.
I was just as much as in the dark,
A sheltered kid without a spark,
Or inkling of what I was going through.
But baby,
You'll get through it.
You will because you always do.
You will because you know it's true.
You will because I'm helping you.
And that's all I really knew.
