Dear Me,
Hey there, little one
There's a smile upon your face, I see
Well, why wouldn't there be?
You're just a little girl who has yet to grow.

I wish I could tell you that your smile will stay,
I wish I could tell you that the worthy will pay,
I wish I could tell you that you love yourself till the end,
But I can't, because this road will bend.

There will come a day,
when you give yourself to ones that never deserved you.
There will come a day,
that you trust all the stories they brew.
There will come a day,
where you're just too forgiving.

I'm sorry, my love.
I'm sorry for the sleepless nights you'll face,
Sorry for all the tears I shed, and for every time I acted on impulse,
And for not knowing what you were worth.

There'll come a day,
when even your shadow leaves your side.
There'll come a day,
when you're too consumed by pride.
There'll come a day,
when you hate the one in the mirror.
There'll come a day when you empathize with everyone but yourself.
There'll come a day,
when you feel like giving up.

Don't give up.
I promise you, you'll get through.
All those limits they will have drawn,
All those pictures you will have painted,
I swear to God, you will get through.

For, all those tears that fell on the Earth,
They blossom into flowers.
For, all the people you lost,
Teach you that not everyone you meet is destined to stay.
For, all the times you will have walked alone,
Will teach you that you need no one but yourself.

Your smile will return, little one,
You'll soon see the sun,
You'll love yourself again, bit by bit,
For, this road bends, and you'll be on it.

And then you'll know why I did what I did,
You'll know the reason for the goodbyes I bid,
You'll acquire the most beautiful virtue of all, empathy for yourself, that is.
And you'll transform into the one you're so proud of,
Just like I am of  you.

With love,
You.