I'm dying on my bed, wondering what lies ahead
I'm dying on my bed, regretting the acts I did
I'm dying on my bed, remembering all the shit you said

Why live, if you don't love me
Why live, if people don't respect my pronouns
Why live, if you don't accept me

To my dear mother, who delivered me
To my dear mother, who attacked me
To my dear mother, who no matter what, I...