Today I cried so much over you
I looked and felt like a pig. I lay on the floor
So hopeless I had dirt clods for eyes, I snorted my words
Through my nose, matted with snot,
Matted with gruel, eating small bricks,
Lying in amongst my shit, your shit, pink in the face
From the smell and the pain of it.

But it's not all bad. At least now I'm not your bitch.