Fading Out (poems about life)

Dear Me

Dear me,
Half the time, I don't know what's going through your mind.
I'm glad that you're still here, at least.
Surviving.

I wish you weren't so sad all the time.

I don't know how to help you.
I want to fix it, wipe the slate clean and new.
No more messy memories, no more trauma.
I want you to be okay.

There's not a lot that I know how to say.

You shouldn't hate yourself the way you do.
You shouldn't dismiss your thoughts just because they come from you, and not somebody else.

You're not as bad as you think you are.

You're probably going to read this later and not believe a single word I'm saying, which is sad.

Life is shit, but you have to hold onto the little things, in the near future.
Cling onto them and never let them go.
There are things that you want to do, even if you don't want to admit it.

Remember that trip with your friends to Amsterdam, that new tattoo that you want. Think about that person who makes your heart beat just a little bit faster.

Don't forget those plans that you made.
You don't want to miss out on them.
Don't give up just yet. No matter how bad it is.
Don't let yourself go back there again.

You're worth more than you think.
I promise.