date written: June 26th, 2024
cw: mention of self-harm
younger me always thought about what i’d be like
what i do and how i act
and how i must have everything figured out by now
right?
then where are the accomplishments
where are the memories
where is the person i imagined who
would be laughing
would be helping
would be working
would be a good person
would be
me
because i’m not a good person
i can’t get anything done
i hurt and
i wreck and
i frown
but i can never cry
i can never cry for myself
when all i want to do is
crawl up in a corner and wish i never existed
i want to
cut myself so maybe i’ll learn to change
i want to
scream until tears run down my cheeks
(i never do)
i can never cry for others
when all their lives they struggled
and i can never see the way they hurt
when all they ever knew was fear
and i can never feel the way they felt
when they were all alone
and i can never be someone
who deserves love
like they do
i can never be a good person
like they are
maybe once i was
when my younger self was imagining the future
when she imagined me
had she seen me
maybe she would’ve cried for the person i’ve become
maybe she would’ve hated me and screamed at me
maybe she would’ve changed
i know i disappointed others
i never knew it would hurt this much
to be a disappointment to myself
