I lived in the winter
Where its cold outside
And colder inside

So I ran to the safety of
Shahira’s couch
My desk became my home
And my house became a
hole in my wallet

I am dysfunctional
But you dysfunction me
To the point of destruction

I tried to be nice, be kind
As what humans do
But you’re not human
You must be a martian

Didn’t they teach you loyalty in Mars?
Didn’t they teach you that
knifing someone could ****?

Not sure what your diet is,
But here on Earth,
We don’t eat our friends