my eyes are always heavy
and i know im not better
my hands remain unsteady
i know i shouldn't worry
and i know youre fine since i left
my crying only makes things blurry
i guess i hope you miss me
and i hope you know peace and love
while i work through the misery

Confronting the words
      That dictate my headspace
The same ones that make me
      Feel as if I do not belong here
           To look at a bottle of pills
               Hoping they would just fall
                    Right down my throat
                       So I could say I didn't do it
The same ones that make me
          Feel as if I am not enough
                  And never will be
                       So I entertain ideations
                             And wonder, why not?

To Whom It May Concern,

The person writing you now
Is a person never seen
And never heard before
They have put so much work
And so much time
Into being better just in case
You ever bump into them
They have focused on the traits
The habits and impurities
That those before you hated
They have built themselves
In the image they were provided
With tools found lying about
They aren't finished by any means
But they hope you accept them
And won't destroy their work.

Best Regards,
The Person