Dear Me, how does it feel to drink and know that it is legal now?

To walk into a bar and not be asked for your ID?

I imagine that’s the way it goes (not because I think you’re old,

But there were wrinkles on my face 3 years ago at seventeen)

 

I hope you’re not a train wreck

I hope you got divorced

I hope you’re not still on

This self-destructive course

 

Dear Me, I hope that you believe

In getting help, in therapy

In happiness, in fighting back

In life, in love, in wearing black

 

In cutting ties, in laughter

In happy ever after

In all the things you never thought

Would ever even matter

 

Dear Me, I hope you’re happy now

Despite all of the odds,

The house that you grew up in,

The shocking lack of gods

 

Despite who you call “mother”

Despite who you call “love”

Despite the lack of answers

To your prayers, from above

 

Dear Me, tell me a secret

Did you do it?  Did you die?

Did you find out where the darkness is?

Did you ever even try?

 

Did you tell them that you love them?

Were you honest?  Were you brave?

Did you forgive the monsters

That you said that you forgave?

 

Dear Me, if you are reading this,

How are you alive?

How’d you make it out this far?

How did you survive?

Tell me how you’re anything

But rotting flesh and bone

Did you get amnesia?

Forget the things we know?

 

Dear Me, I’m begging you

Can you hear me?  Do you care?

I guess it was too much

To hope you’re really there

 

Just one more person passing by

Two strangers in the night

At least, I hope that’s what you are by now:

Someone that I don’t recognize