• Hello,
    It's been a while.

    What I am to you, you are to me.
    And it's a bit strange.
    To read the person I was,
    and to think about what I am now.

    If you read this, you'd laugh at me.
    You'll crush it along my dreams.
    This is mediocre, you'd tell yourself.
    This is not real poetry. I'm embarrassed.

    Your words speak a difficult message
    It's true, it's pretty. it's ironic.
    Because when you tried, you tried so hard.
    Yet, you fell just as hard.
    Never got to see what it was that mattered.

    But it's okay.
    I know it hurt, the reality speaks when no one talks back.
    The reality, when no one actually cares.
    Being Empty is a feeling.

    And I wish, I kept going. And I wish I didn't quit. I wish I knew.

    I cannot write as elegantly as you anymore.
    I've forgotten about everything. And everything -

    The frustration. The sadness, the desire.
    Because you never knew how. Because you were never learned how.
    You know what I mean. Don't you?

    Hello me,
    It's been a while.

    It's been hard.
    It's been sad.
    It's been happy.
    It's been good.
    It's been just. So. Difficult. To. Get. Here.
    You couldn't ever begin to understand.

    Day by Day by Day by Day.
    Tears and pain and frustrations and desires -

    it doesn't stop.

    But you'll figure it out.

    Please.
    Don't give up.
    Because You're the most important person.

    And that is what it means to be free.