To Past Self,
I know you are tired.
Of all the games people have played with your heart strings.
But trust me.
Not everyone wants to leave you.
With shattered pieces of yourself everywhere.
Not everyone wants you crumbling.
Like an unstable building.
Some actually care.
About why you can't sleep.
Or why you have scars on your thighs.
Some people really do care about how your doing.
Every single day.
So listen when I tell you.
To let some people in.
Don't let yourself grow old, grey, and alone.
With no one to love.
Because someone does love you.
And not everyone.
Is like the monsters under your bed.
From Future Self.
