Dear little me,

I’m finding it harder and harder to see

if there’s light at the end of the tunnel

or if there’s somebody waiting for me

Dear little me,

I’m finding it harder and harder to breathe

School keeps getting harder but at the top is where they expect me to be

Dear little me,

I’m finding it harder and harder to seem

as though I’m happy and healthy and fine when all I want to do is leave

Dear little me,

I’m finding it harder and harder to think

when I’m unstable in my mind and lately I’m back to cutting

Dear little me,

Can we go back to the way it was?

Before the pain, before the first cut?

Dear little me,

Why can’t I be you again?

Why must I grow up?

I don’t want to be like Mum, always stressed beyond reason

Dear little me,

Growing up isn’t all its hyped up to be

I haven’t slept well in weeks

And I’m never truly happy

Dear little me,

Please don’t grow up,

I don’t want you to be me, I don’t want you to do this, I don’t want you to wake up everyday for the rest of your life feeling useless.

I want to be you but I can never be you again, never in a million years.

I think this is my twelfth reason why.