Dear Future Me
How lame is this?
Pretty lame I assume.
Oh well, how are you?
Hope you're better than me,
We both know how bad I've been lately.
My mental health has been failing me.
Do we still talk to Mason?
We chat all the time.
I hope you don't hate him he's a good friend of mine.
And everyone else do they still hate us?
Have you gotten a name change?
Are you legally Alec?
Did our parents accept us?
I have my doubts.
Don't know when you'll read this or even if you will,
I just wanted to ask you how I feel.
Am I finally guitarist or are we stuck on that first chord?
Are we finally an author or did we get bored?
I constantly feel like I'm about to cry.
I hope I don't hate my life,
Tell me something, please,
Do we still want to die?
Yours in eternity,
None other than you.
Share This Poem