Dear younger me,
If I told you life gets better
Would you believe me
Or have you been lied to
Too much already
Dear younger me,
I wish I could tell you
That October night was the last
But I'm sure you know
It was only the beginning
Dear younger me,
It never gets easier
The pain does not stop
Suffering becomes an addiction
But that doesn't make it normal
Dear younger me,
You WILL make it out alive
I forgive you for not being strong enough to protect us
YOU ARE READING
Amphigory
Poesía"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
