DEAR PAST SELF
You were once so naive to believe in true love,
To think that one had their mate chosen by heaven above,
But after having fallen for another and tossed away like a glove,
You vowed to never show affection to anyone else thereof.
In the past you used to trust people with ease,
Assuming that none would intentionally displease,
But after being let down and used to great degrees,
You've finally realized that most of humanity is a disease.
You previously thought you wanted the perfect life,
One filled with happiness and without any strife,
But now you feel comfort in the presence of your knife,
Carving yourself into bliss just to feel alive.
Earlier you used to desire numerous friends,
People on whom you could fully depend,
But now you've seen how everyone plays pretend,
You've built walls around yourself in order to defend.
Before you used to laugh and play in the dirt,
Physical injuries being the only things that could hurt,
But now your demons perpetually disconcert,
Away from all the insecurities your mind you try to divert.
Dear past self you used to smile without any hesitation,
Filled with so much hope and inspiration,
Then you had a taste of real life's sensation,
It left you preferring isolation over conversation.