If you read this, then yeah.

I wish you would read this. 

I wish you would just run here.

I always tell you you don't have to.

I tell you both.

I say "No, don't worry. I'll be fine. Goodnight."

Goodnight...   .

It's that last little dot.

It means way too much.

I am way too elusive.

Please just keep hanging on, ok?

My mind fades slowly in the afternoons.

I end up at the bottom riddled with bullet holes.

I try to talk and tell and be honest.

Sometimes I can't.

My tongue is tied.

My mouth doesn't work.

I revert back to basics.

There's holes in my head where the words should be.

I'm slowly trying to fill them.

It's taking so fucking long.

So long... Just please...

Don't let me hear you can't help me.

I would never do that to you.

If you pull me back up, I swear,

I will keep holding on.

I am trying so hard.

I promise I'm trying.

Please, please,

don't let me be gone.

I don't want you gone either.

Ok?