Letter to my Old Self

Dear old self, 

I'm here writing a letter from Hell. 

I miss you, I miss how you were so loving, 

now all you care about is getting money.

Drugs are all that's on my mind currently, 

and frequently, it won't go away. 

The girl from the past would look in the mirror and smile, 

make things better and for anyone, would go a mile. 

And maybe,

the old girl will come back and save me. 

But for now these scars won't fade

because I'll keep using the blade. 

And using people who are trying to help me, 

I'll cry because I can't "Let it Be"

I wish God would pick up the phone and listen,

I wish my eyes would just glisten.

And if only the old girl would collide,

with me I would be okay inside.

I miss you.

Sincerely, 

The new me. 

Reviews

[A.M. Victoria (LostWrit..]

Wow, this is a direct way to show how people can change for the worse, and also a way to show a thin ray of hope in times that feel rather hopeless. Makes me wonder, when (and if) the protagonist finally finds her "old self," will she write another letter? Or will she look at this letter and see how far she has come from Hell? Good write.