I grieve and long for my old self
Like I would for an old,
Dear friend who died.
I stand here,
At the grave of my soul,
My inner child buried under layers of suppressed emotions.
I miss them so much,
But I can't meet them.
Dear old self,
I'm sorry.
You are an amazing person.
But the future is scary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem