I'd do anything
for a little bit of alcohol.
I messaged an old friend,
asking for fentanyl.
I've got forty people texting me
about hooking up
and trying LSD.
I got pissed drunk
in the middle of therapy.
Instead of meeting the guy
that I would've let fuck me.
Because I can't keep friends
unless I'm sleeping with them.
I can't stand living
if I'm not being condemned.
I think I've turned my reputation
into the one that I've been craving.
I fuck up badly, just because I'm bored.
The only thing that makes me
is an attention whore.
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PoésieIn this collection of poetry, Fee writes about their experience with mental illness, gender identity, relationships and finding themself as a seventeen year old.
