I Look Back to the Old Me for Advice

Leaves fell to the ground that day

On a cold January night.

I am a lost boy

No goals, no ambitions

It's late at night and I'm trying to let my emotions loose

These feelings inside won't leave.

Dear young me:

It's me

Please come back.

Things are just rough.

Cold hands

Held down by my own fears

"What Am I?"

I chased after your image

A young man

For you are the closest to me

I don't want to be average

Devoid of thought

Aimlessly going through the days

It's always on my mind

Yet I am a coward

Say, won't you come back?

Please save me

Help

The answer lies with you

At least, I hope so