Back in Time

 

 

I can’t help but think about going back in time. To find myself in shaders of pain.

To see myself hate where i stand, and worship the people who make me hate myself. 

Looking in the mirror now, i see a difference inside. I feel a different pain in life.

The pain of remembrance. 

But if i could’ve go back in time, i wouldn’t change anything. I’d hope for a twist in character in my younger self or a feeling of mercy from my life.

I can’t be myself now with out the bruises or the yelling that caused my fight or flight. 

To wish to be like others and have them beat you down or to go home to hunger and screaming anger that lives in the air.

But if i did go back in time, I’d hold myself.

I’d tell myself how needed i am. How much i love myself. Show The unstoppable force that is myself to myself.

I’d visit every night and whisper sweet things till my younger and tired self felt loved. 

But in the back of my mind or an alternate universe i believe i did.

I believe i did go back.

Back in time to love myself. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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