Please.

Here I am. I'm here and I'm waiting I'm here I'm waiting, fuck I'm here and I'm waiting and I'm desperate, I'm here and I'm human, fuck I'm human, fuck, why do I have to be human? So forgive me of my sins if they deterred you of delivering my life saver, or maybe it was the scruffy state of my front lawn. I can fix that, I'm here and I can fix that, I'm human and I can fix that, fuck I sinned but I can fix that.

Please.

I'm pouring my desperation into words into this paper hoping it will somehow reach you.

I'm pouring desperation down my throat, liquid courage needed to keep pouring my desperation into words into this paper but the hope I have that this will reach you is self manufactured.

I promise.