"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.