dear young me,
it’s been a few years
you’ve lived and you’ve grown
almost ready to live
all on your own
but mistakes will be made
before you get here
i just wanted to let you know
before you shed all your tears
one day it’ll get better
one day you’ll be ok
one day the rain will stop
and the sun will take its place
and happiness will move over
to where fear used to stand
and you’ll be able to let go
of the helping hand
the hand that is the drugs
and the self-inflicted pain
mixed together with solitude
picking away at your brain
if you’d just be patient
and walk away
from what you think is necessary
before it causes a world of pain
keep your eyes forward
away from the past
before it eats you alive
remember that one day your happiness will last
