I can't stand it here.
I've tried to be happy,
You know I have.
I know what I did.
I've elevated myself.
I’ve cut my own strings
With a razor blade.
I fall down to the dirty bathroom floor.
The tile seems obscenely cold
And the color should drain,
But it doesn’t.
This crude process is sweetly satisfying
As I detach myself from this spiritual suicide.
I can float above these 84 plants
These sunflower seeds
These doors where the locks have no meaning.
I sweetly smile
You know that smile that good girls do for pictures.
Just for old times sake.
I have lost my hostility I feel cleansed
I know it's time for me to live, to be happy for once in my life.
I know you will shake your head in disapproval.
But I’ve stopped caring.
Purify yourself
You disgust me.
