A letter of apology to my younger self

Time passes and the days get old

I remain as I am,

Stuck in time's hold

My eyes go blurry,

as meth takes hold

My mind creates a reality,

where I am nine years old.

Foolish and unaware, 

of the tragic life ahead

 

I wish i could hug her, and apologise

For all the times I made the wrong choice.

I wish i could tell her it was not her fault,

for everytime our mother, made her skin burn

I wish i could tell her she was worthy of love,

And not the liability she felt she was