The letter

Dear Me, from the past.

You won't ever grow up to be who you want to be.
Unless you allow yourself to.

You'll smile.
you'll wander.
but you're that same person that's always afraid.
always in fear.
always picturing yourself
surrounded by blood
in the dark
in the ground
watching your loved ones
as they disappear
one
by
one.

You'll start collecting things
that are meaningless to others
but are important to you.
Like CD's.
Autographs.
Pictures.
Quotes.
Books.
but it's never enough
to completely kill
that empty feeling
you have deep inside.

Surround yourself with people.
People who care.
People that will stand by you
when you're happy.
sad,
cranky,
even when you want to be alone.
these people will be your anchor.

Cause whenever you're sad.
you'll think of them.
and the great times you had.

I know you're happy now,
but sooner or later
that will change.
you'll get more depressed.
you stop caring.
and the only thing that cures you
are your friends
with your bands
at concerts
not thinking
and just letting loose.

Because there's no use waiting for that light
at the end of the tunnel.
you, yourself should create your own light.
There's no knight in shining armor.
only you can save yourself.
Don't think. Just do it.

Don't judge.
Don't pretend.
Be yourself.
Fuck everyone else.

You're wanted.
You're needed.
Stop hating yourself.
Love yourself.
Look in the mirror.
That's you.
No one else.
Don't pretend that this is an illusion.
Because this is real.

You are special.
Remember that.

From,
         The you in the present.