ECT.

This is fucking me

This is me loud and smelly and basking in it.

The glory.

There is no mask on this face.

I got too lazy to put it on everyday

anyways.

So here I am

This is me

My legs are all hair

So is my fuck-hole

I do not fucking care, anymore.

I haven't washed my hair.

My pits have sprouted beards.

And I do not fucking care.

No one wants to fuck me anyways.

So

I go to bed at night with paint on my hands

coffee under my fingernails

grime on my feet

I am naked in here

In this bed, it is expansive and empty.

It is a cushioned room in a mental hospital

It is an extension of my brain

The brain which cannot stop talking to itself

The brain who reassures itself everyday

That it does not fucking care.

I am alone in this bed.

No one will hide in here with me

Rest their head on my chest and breathe

Me in