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dear girl who doesn't know what she's doing

To the seventh grade me,
What were you thinking?
Those sidewalks are not going to lead you to another home,
And your house will always be three minutes away from the bus stop to the right.
And no one will follow you there.

Nobody will get pushed against the middle school lockers,
And middle school is not what they think it is,
It is sweat and loud and boring,
And in high school,
You will be able to say
"I hate people."
But until then,
You will try to help every thirteen year old carving little things into their little arms,
Even though a year afterwards, they will laugh about it just like you will.
You will try to be the hero,
Although you are far from super.

You will write poems about it and fill up at least five notebooks with phrases using the words,
"dark, bleed, gone, vanish, pain, and sorrow"
And the truth is, you don't even know how to use them,
You'll just write them down hoping you'll be the next Andrea Gibson.
Three years later, you won't even complete sentences by saying,
"I can't even."

Dear seventh grade you,
You are not bi****ual and if you say so,
Nobody will love you until you either grow up,
Or cut your hair off.
This is the year you come out to your mother.
She will not hit you,
She will not yell,
She will be every kind of understanding,
And she will love you.

Therapists are not monsters,
You will not be drowning in pills,
You do not have depression,
You are just worried too much
And you will rant to your friends
About excuses that are years past gone.
You don't understand,
And that's the truth.

To that poor seventh grade me,
Get a grip
Before the grip gets you
And you believe you want to die,
When all you want to do is to write about it,
And for it to be read.
DeviantArt is not a publishing website,
You will not be noticed,
Because you are only thirteen,
And there is nothing you can do about it.

You will cry a little
And love a lot
And get mad when they say you can't love,
And boys will love you,
When you don't even care for them,
You will be used,
And you will use pain to escape things,
As if you were sitting on the edge of a cliff already.

Dearest seventh grade me,
You do not want to die,
I repeat,
You do not want to die,
I repeat again,
You do not want to die.
You just want to write,
Nevermind if you're heard,
Because three years later,
You will start to complete sentences,
And understand them.
So write,
"I do not want to die.
I am only thirteen."


by ToWritePoetryOnHerArms
posted on 04/10/2013

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Comments: 6

Comment by TiffanyLoganAlexander: Sep 5, 2018 11:49 pm
Absolutely luv it!
Comment by underneathitall: Oct 1, 2017 11:45 pm
i really liked this
Comment by oceanreverie: Dec 23, 2013 10:55 pm
wow! i feel like this was written to MY seventh grade self! this is wonderfully done! great poem, please keep up the great work!
Comment by prettyspl: Apr 11, 2013 12:34 pm
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Comment by prettyspl: Apr 11, 2013 12:33 pm
That was powerful and so touching with such sadness and depth. Beautifully written. You are so talented! I love your poetry .. keep writing. (Please)
Comment by PoeticPrincess: Apr 10, 2013 7:57 pm
You made me think of Stewart reading this. I'm glad you have grown from the 7th grade you, I think I have as well. I remember in 7th grade I was the quiet girl who felt like she didn't belong, trying so hard to talk to people just for the sake of being noticed. Times can really change. Nice write!

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