Who Wrote This Crap?

I'm not dead. My cells live and breathe. They feed on me, not on you. I have light and beauty pent up in my dark little heart and sometimes... just sometimes... I let someone else see it. I got this love, you see, and I was hoping you wanted it. But I'll keep it buried in my dark chambers. It's mine. I'll have it and I'll keep it. I'll save it up like pennies in a jar. I think you're foolish to neglect such a gift but fuck it. I'll keep it all for myself and mail you little scraps of it so you can remember what it's like to have someone care about you.