poem to myself 5 years ago

Hey thirteen year old peach
 It's eighteen year old you
 I just thought i'd stop and tell you
 About the things you will do
 You move to miami
 Two blocks from the beach
 And you forget your real name
 'Cause everyone calls you peach
 You break your nose again
 And can never really breathe right
 Your mental health gets a lot worse
 But you put up a really good fight
 Your family falls apart
 But you see both your siblings wedding days
 And you never see your dad again
 But I promise, it's better that way
 You finally get your license
 So you can drive all your new friends around
 You learn the city in a crv
 That really likes to break down
 You date a couple boys
 And break a couple dozen hearts
 Then someone breaks yours
 And it hurts, but things are how they are
 You write a bunch more music
 And you start to get pretty good
 And people start to believe in you
 Like you'd always hoped they would
 You graduate a full year early
 At the top of your class
 Your friends become your family
 Without you ever having to ask
 You spend a lot of time happy
 But you have some awful days
 Your safe now
 And somehow
 Everythin' turned up okay