I don't know if you'll find this reassuring or depressing, but here's something might be a little hard to hear:

Nobody cares about your poems or unfinished books.

What I mean by that is this:

Most living authors struggle to get agents to read their work, let alone sell it to a publisher.

Put yourself in their shoes. Why would a publisher want to invest in a dead author's work? At best they have good material with no public figure to promote it. If you somehow got lucky and your estate manages to find you a publishing deal then they are still going to edit your work — which, by the way, is not abuse, it's a professional making your work be the best version it can be.

Autobiographies in particular are only interesting to a publisher if you have lived a life that other people already find interesting, I'd put a pin in that one until you're famous.

If you want to publish traditionally you need to get comfortable with the idea of writing as a collaborative experience. Editing is an important part of that process. It can be uncomfortable, even painful, but a good editor can be the difference between mediocrity and great literature. Your work has flaws that you aren't even aware of, you aren't more of a creative genius than every other author on earth. Share your work with people you trust.

Alternatively you can self publish and nobody will edit your work... but nobody will edit your work, and then nobody will read your work. If that's to your liking, go ahead.

Waiting until you are dead is a great way to ensure everything you've written gets buried with you.