Dear ten year old me,
Life isn't what it seems,
You'll soon grow to hate it.
Dear ten year old me,
In a year or two,
You'll wish you were dead.
Dear ten year old me,
You're going to hate yourself,
And won't ever be enough.
Dear ten year old me,
Blades will eventually get to you,
And you'll use them to numb.
Dear ten year old me,
You'll have scars on your wrists,
And scars on your heart.
Dear ten year old me,
It won't be long now,
Until you turn into present me.
