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karakukovich submitted a contest entry to
What would the old version of you say to the new version of you? 1 months, 2 weeks ago Sweet Sixteen?
Kara KukovichSweet sixteen has fallen dead,
Just as I should have
When I slit my wrist,
Not to die,
Just to find some placation.
So much for that.
To the ER I went anyways.Now my “friends” have disappeared.
It must be contagious –
This virus spreading through my soul.
My heart has surely rotted.
My mind likely insane.
No one has stepped up to help.You say you’re forty today?
Ha!
No way you’ve made it that far!
But if it is true,
How?
Why?I beg of you…
Give me a reason
To keep on living
Through this agonizing pain.
I feel like I’m drowning
In a lake of fire,
As they all laugh around me.Why was I born
Into this decrepit world
With only a strong will
To see it,
While all else pollutes it?I am only one.
And I am small,
Broken,
Old before conceived,
Tired and weary.
What can I possibly give
That’s worthwhile?I beg of you –
Ancient me,
Give me one reason
To keep on living.
For this world is not
Suited for me.
I have been shunned.
I have been mocked.
Worst of all –
I am invisible.Style Score: 100%
Voting starts July 2, 2025 12:00am
Kara, this is a powerful and thought-provoking poem. I hope that you can see that while the world may not be “suited” for you, you are absolutely worthy of love and happiness. Though you may feel like your mind is insane and your heart is rotted, you are still here, and you still have value. Thank you for sharing your experience.
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Thank you for your kind words, Emmy. The poem was written from the point of view of my teenage self, speaking to current-aged me. I was quite broken and lost back then, but I’m much more whole and confident now.
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