this was the last time i logged into my work e-mail
i am no longer the monster i once was

my whole life i never got a fair share of the pie
from now on i’m going to draw a sharp line between me and my
surroundings

i’ll just grab my diary
today i decided to start tomorrow
one last darn attempt at recovery

i was born with two vaginas
and i don’t believe in doors
this is my third death already and i’m only in my thirties

i don’t believe in civil wars either
even if i hate your culture
maybe we’re related because i’ve got
two more half-brothers somewhere

when i die i want to be there
i don’t want it in my sleep i
want to say goodbye don’t go without me