Dear whoever is reading this letter:
What are you doing with yourself?
At 15 years old, there are things on my mind that I can’t tell to anyone.
But if it’s in a letter to my future self,
I have confidence that I can go ahead and let it all out.
I feel like I’ve lost, I’m about to cry, and I could just disappear.
Whose voice, can I follow?
This heart of mine, my one and only heart, has been shattered so many times.
But for the moment,
I’ll live through this pain.