I wait for this weird blue box to land on my yard,
piloted by an alien who invites me to travel far

because I feel so lonely and depressed on Earth
that I make dreams out of my scars

i've invited her to
a dark place which
is called my mind and
she stayed with me

i've taken her to
a rushing river which
is called my tears and
she swam in deep

i've walked her through
an eggshells path which
is called my traumas and
she held me tight

i don't even feel like
i need to make her stay
cause she will

When I die
Tell my dog that it will be okay, and give it a warm spot next you in bed to keep it warm

When I die
Tell to people that hated me, those who maybe got sad or felt some sort of guilt for not talking to me while I was alive, that there's no use on feeling that you owe something to a dead person

When I die
Tell my friends that even though some felt distant from me, like they didn't know much about who I was, that it was enough that they trusted me, so much so that I always held them close to my heart and our friendship was everything to me when I needed the most to be strong and carry on

When I die
Tell my family that I've never let them know me well on purpose, it's a pity, I wish I could share more with you than blood

When I die
Tell my therapist that I've finally stopped fighting against time, now that I'm dead I became eternal

I started a riot
of abused women

fire in our eyes
bruises left behind

a strenght to be remembered
by a man that no longer scare us

I wish to cling to your existence

Because your magnetism is so beautifully chaotic.