I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to ever Have something more than just this pain. I’m ready to be forgotten And to know that I don’t have to remain In this, all of this, all of it, all that I can No longer know how to endure. I don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cure To this sickness, this sentence, this emblem Of everything so impure. I’m everything impure, and I’m all that you ignore.