Emotions and Words Turned into Poetry

To, Older The me.

Older The me.
She's afraid of most.
Please don't break her - she doesn't want to go.
She's wished for death,
But death did not show.
The death was chased off, by the shining ones
Glow.
Older The me,
She's so weak and fragile.
It pains me to see,
Her cry and and shake vile.
Keeping in words that will ever be gross.
But, every time she pleads, people let out a "Roast"
Older The me,
Ones long smile so thin.
How can you tell?
Does she ever win?
She sits there in shame, no harm or foul.
But deep within, it's obvious...
Older The me,
So sweet and so pure - and bright light among herself; She will never be cured.
Take her words to heart. For she does not let our emotions to the faint.
Once she grows attached,
The betrayal of a friend will latched in her brain.
Take steps cautiously - Oh please! Say you will!
She needs only care.
Older The me,
The one who's broken.
The one who's torn.
She turns to me,
When she gives out the warn.
Blinking red - She walks into her room.
Locking away her in her lonely tomb.
Beware the sharp shadows that among lurk,
And watch as eyes spark, and hairs perk.
Your nerves will run wild - and so indeed will hers.
Older The me,
I'm sorry for this.
Forgive The me.
You collapsed today - everything had gone black.
But no one even gave you slack.
They helped you up, but didn't ask if you was okay.
The only walked away, keeping themselves strayed.
You break yourself for others - Why do you do that?
Give me an answer!
I'm apart of you...
don't I deserve something too?
Older The me,
You're more than perfect.
You're beautiful and kind.
Talented and genuine - But those scary things within your mind?
They will tear you apart.
They will break your skin.
Smear your eyes with salted water.
Swoop your legs out from under you.
Shake your vocal cords - Mess with your sleepy head.
More than anything, they'll keep you from seeing the new.
The new of something better.
The new with people who love and cherish you!
Please, don't be sad. Don't be the scared.
Be the best you can be - even if no one cares.
You put your all into this world.
One day, people around you will spin around and be proud of you.
Older The me...

I love you.

P.S.
This be a letter from The me. Older The me's little space! Don't be mad or sad about this... Just.. Skip over it if you no like! I no use proper grammar well - I sorry. Older The me is so much better... I be going now! Bye bye!