Dear Younger Me,
I wish I could tell you that being normal is easy,
But it's not.
It will never be peasy
because some people look at your past and get all sleazy.
They seem to think that because your life wasn't breezy,
they can steal your love and feed on your sympathy.
You're gonna have to learn to fight them off
along with the thoughts that tell you you don't have a shot.
And you're going to try to be that person you wish you had for everyone.
You're going to pimp out your heart till you've got nothing left to give.
You believe you pretty much saved yourself
so it's your job to do that for everyone else.
It doesn't click till you're smothered
with other people's guilt and need for attention
which wasn't your intention.
Then you're gonna close yourself off again
while you think about the possibilities of now and then.
No one warns you that as you get better,
you yearn to be lost again.
You're worried that if you're not depressed.... then what are you then?
I wish I could tell you that the will to live returns,
but occasionally, you try to take your damn life again.
I wish I could tell you it's all you hoped for,
but the hurtful truth is better than a velvet-gloved lie.
So hang in there for us,
don't let this life be a bust.
I'll do the same.
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I was inspired by the song "Nate" by NF. It's so good.
