Something I wrote to Myself

You said you'd lead me, I said please guide me.

Guide me through the endless pain and try,

Try to overcome the fear, and remember the old times.

The old times when you were me and I were you,

You'd stay with me silently and hold my hands.

My hands are now covered with tears and I cry.

Cry through the day and night about myself,

Myself how I've lost many things I cherished about.

I cherished my friends, my family, and everyone I cared for.

I cared for those who walked me through ups and downs.

While the ups and downs are beating me down right now,

Now I feel weak and vulnerable, dreaming about the days,

The days I died and I will die, just as inevitable.

Inevitable how every thing eventually fades away,

Fades away like flames turn into dust.

Dust we rose from was our origin,

Our origin is our end.

End is not everything because of memory,

Memory is not everything because of loss.

Loss, yet I gain freedom.

Freedom will set me free,

Free from the pain I once had.

Had me wondering if I can feel the same again.

Again like how we were before...

Before how everything fell apart...

6/9/2026