Letter To the Younger Me

Dear Alex, you're 15 and lost right now You don't know if life is worth a shot right now You're fighting to make it through the day, praying it'll soon be over Weight of the world on your shoulders Your dad just died, and you don't know how to feel He was never around, so you don't feel a loss, so are confused as to how you can heal You stay in your room in the children's home, with your music blaring You've been in foster care since age 3, So You look to Eminem and Cristiano Ronaldo as parents You're battling suicidal thoughts, you shouldn't have to feel like this You're self-harming but Alex, you're not going to heal like this You've got some good times ahead, so please promise me, You won't go too far You're wearing long sleeved jumpers, so you don't show your scars Don't believe the bullies, and please stop being so hard on yourself You need to raise your guard, and get help You're sleeping with many girls, but won't give a chance to love Crying into your pillow, with cut wrists, and you won't let anyone give you a hug You're blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault Depression is telling you, you're worthless, but please know that's false You've got people waiting to meet you Stop worrying what people think, and do whatever you can to please you You've had it rough, but I promise you, it's something you will overcome It may not seem like it, but you've got a lot of memories to make Friends to meet, laughs to have, and hearts to break Dear Alex, you're only 15, so please remember you're still young