Dear Self,

Dear Self, 

The satellite dish in my frontyard is broken

And all I know is static 

Will someone point me in the right directon 

Cuz I am surrounded by your ghost

I was told death comes in threes

Please stop haunting me 

The swing in my backyard is broken

From where I was watching you yesterday

I don't know where you are now

Cuz all I seem to do is run away

I was told running makes you a coward

Please don't think I'm a coward

The window in my room is cracked 

But I can still see through 

Maybe one day I will see you 

Cuz right now I seem to be blind

I was told that girl in the picture is me 

Please don't become me

   Sincerely,

Tomorrow

Tomorrow