"Fuck You, Please Help Me" by Ethan de Rien

 

We have to build our

own heaven. No one is getting in

 

I was listening to that

one Taylor Swift song

when I said, “fuck you.”

 

When you realize you

have depression, you hope

it’s not permanent

 

I want to be buried

in a mausoleum with gates

made of pewter.

 

When your Taylor Swift-tempered hell is upon us, there

will be nothing to

stop me.