The bitch is back

 Welcome.

It has come to my attention that my mental crisis

Is being televised

In your tiny glowing screens, you watch me bleed

Scoff, "borderline"

Alongside with jokes about pains none of you could ever

Grasp

You laugh and clink your glasses

My screams are just a scratch

So now, my tongue is still blade,

But your skin isn't worthy it

Since I am doing this whole PR thing, 

let's bring some stuff to light

I never tried to abused anyone,

but please don't confuse my trauma for dumbness

I might be naive, but I caught every joke

Every uninvitation

Every time I wanted so bad to be part of a group

And they turned me into the punchline

From now on, the blood in my mouth will not

Be turned into honey

I will swallow every drop without cutting

I will smile afterwards and terrorize your jokes

With my bloodied teeth and still stunning

I will not die

Even when every force tries to kill me and insomnia 

Insists on hugging me tightly

Every night

I will persist, because at least I can watch the sunrise

I will die unequivocally as myself

But no one will have the satisfaction of making me want to die

I might be sick and sad, but I'm much braver 

Than most of you think I am, even myself

So I am done apologizing

I am done trying to be nice

I am done making peace

I am alone, utterly and completly,

And nobody gives a shit.

Therefore, it should come to your attention,

I will not either.

If this is my hell, the bitch is back,

and she's taking the throne, the sword,

the crown and the staff.