who the fuck do i trust?
the woman who fed a pigsty down my throat with the very best intentions
or the friend who gave me advice when he just needed to listen?

the guy at the checkout who noticed something was off
or the man who organized my organs?

the girl who tells me how to redo my organs before realizing that i don't have the room to lay them out

she just needs to listen
to listen


but did nothing.


now where do I go?

they know where i am
to the left suspicion
to the right suspicion

but I'm too angry at everyone to kill myself
I'll rewrite their fucking map