When I grow up
I want to be a junky.
When I walk out,
I want to get raped.
When I die,
let me be a statistic.
I don’t want to matter.
I don’t want to be.
Everything will never matter.
My life will be but a joke.
When I do something,
I want to get laughed at.
If I never get it up,
I’ll be a happy mAn.

And then she asks the question:
Did you ever think that you would
kill yourself?