Dear Who Ever,

I've lost count of my mistakes, but you know how many for sure. I know you came to the conclusion long ago that I was no good for you, yet you wanted to give me a shot. Maybe someday I will prove to you that I am good, that I am a better person than you see. I hope that you're alright, maybe you'll let me myself when I'm around. Or you'll just keep playing those damn mind games. Can't we find the happy middle ground, somewhere not burnt, somewhere not painful. I never knew that I was falling through the cracks of my own sanity. And I keep failing I'm not sure exactly how to do this anymore. You keep freezing the heartbeat I have left, I'm not sure what I can do to keep going. Maybe it's time for me to just let go of my fears and fly. Something keeps telling me to hold back to keep myself hidden. Make me come out, to see the rain hit my forehead. Maybe you can do it.

Please who ever you are, come out and save me.

~lex