Happy birthday sister.
May the bridge you sleep under keep you safe.
The foil you heat keep you warm.
May you find hope while you’re gone.
A saving grace in God, or whoever.
There’s a candle for you in the window. But I don’t light it.
Happy birthday sis.
Blow em out, and make a wish.

It’s 3:50 and I’m worried.
Losing Z’s cause I’m not at ease.

So I’ll just doom scroll on my phone and pretend my disease isn’t killing me. Slowly.

Mentally I’m not free.
Like a butterfly is supposed to be.
But that’s not me.

Total chaos like red kryptonite in a ‘tonian.
Here I am. Lonely again.

Everyday I wish I was dead. I just don’t know how to die.