Dear Future Me,

How did you survive?

Did you let your words flow out,

Or keep them inside?

Was it several visits to mental institutions,

Or crying all day?

Was it sleeping well every night,

Or staring at the ceiling?

Or,

Did you not make it?

What a shame. 

They must be so sad.

Do you regret it?

I apologize,

All of my questions might just fill the page.

Truly,

Try to think about your answers.

I need the cheat code

To living a long life

Or dying before age twenty five.

I haven't quite decided just yet.

Sincerely,

A girl in deep,

Fearful,

Pain. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jojo]

I think most of life is waiting. Waiting for tomorrow. Waiting to feel loved. Waiting for the seasons to change. Waiting for a new school year. We get lost in waiting that we don't see the present day. So intently focused on the future we lay our hearts bare. I think this poem illustrates the feeling of waiting, whether they truly live to see another day or they decide to close their eyes to all tomorrows. Try not to be so focused on the cheat code that you'll miss the answer key :)