I wouldn’t waste my time to go back and tell a younger me “don’t do this or don’t do that”
I know I wouldn’t listen, I was stubborn like that!
I know it wouldn’t change anything I survived
cause I didn’t trust myself, so why would I trust someone saying they were a future me...I’d probably write the meeting off as a bad trip or someone I’d have to guard myself against.
It’s a sad reflection, knowing I’d flip myself off and disregard all I know now, cause I didn’t feel worthy or really cared, back then
life was a slow suicide loop, stuck!
And yet death felt too good for the filth I thought I was...
How can a child think so lowly of themselves?
I’m glad I came out the other side, alive and renewed with a thirst to thrive
I (really) don’t care what others have to say about me
nor do I care what people think
when I write about learning all over, how to love my inner girl...so I can learn to love who I want to be as this adult, who’s just trying to figure out who she is...get to know thyself
and maybe then I’ll let you
in
freeflowpoet
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