There is no one I would hire to write my life story.
No person I would believe could be up to the task.
Those who try might sugar coat it, make it seem as if I was a better person than I am.
They wouldn't know the true thoughts in my head.
The things I felt as each breath entered and left my dying lungs.
Who knows yourself better than you do.
Who knows the monsters better than you do?
-i.le
