what are you supposed to say when you're burying yourself at your own funeral?

here lies an idiot with the world's biggest god complex

here lies a spitting image of her mother, along with all the generational trauma that comes with being a woman

here lies a daddy's girl who spent half of her life hating her father

here lies a terrified child that is somehow afraid of picking up the phone and not afraid of jumping off bridges

here lies someone who collects broken hearts and curse words thrown at them. the more you hate her the stronger she becomes.

here lies a mistake, a grotesque memory of a night gone wrong. someone doesn't remember the words, and one of the brake lights are not working

here lies redemption. there's no hope for her now.

here lies a pretentious prick who finds solace in her own self-degradation, but the second anyone agrees, lights them on fire

here lies a child that wasn't born from the fire of the witches but instead from the clammy hands of some priest in some church of some made up religion. she was doomed from the start

here lies a silence that comforts

here lies a peace that still shakes the earth

here lies someone who can't be killed. no matter how hard you try.