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

...                                          gashed deeply
in the quietest of ways
                         when i should have been
shrieking in torment
                         but with the swells
of both oceans and wounds
                         comes mitigation
...                                                and repose

For those who have stuck around
I should be grateful
Yet often I've been wounded
By those who are close and dear
Their intentions virtuous
And their results malicious
All comes back to
If familiarity mattered
Water wouldn't boil a fish

To Whom It May Concern,

This soul has found
No rest
These eyes have seen
Horrors beyond belief
These hands are covered
In blood that is not theirs
These legs won't hold
For much longer
Please be there
I'm counting on you.

Sincerely,
Me