Page 31 - Written Feelings

Funeral

The only time I want to die
Is every second I'm awake
Tired of them asking why
Tired, every time I break

Like a vase so clear and hollow
Also, just as light and fragile
All I do is sit and wallow
As they fill me up with gravel

Bring the water bring the roses
Pretty up my dying corpse
Inject your poison in large doses
And wait for me to overdose

My loudest laugh still has some tears
The happiness I know is sad
Your insults, music to my ears
As good as I am, I'm still bad

So, close my eyes, for I'm not able
Dead and gone. Just close the door.
Leave my tombstone with no label.
Leave unknown like before.