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tw// mentions and overall theme of death // brief mentions of $uicide // brief mentions of past $uicidal ideation//

this is a short poem, written first a final goodbye before the end of my life, and later kept as a way to remind myself why i kept living.

the first two lines are from a poem written by zeeskit on ao3 so full credit to them, they are the reason as to why i have gotten into poetry at all. i wanted to put a spin on their poem and make it into something of my own. idk if zeeskit has tumble, but if they do, then i just want to say thank you for inspiring me and showing me the beautiful outlet that is poetry.

anyways; here it is

Bouquet

At my funeral,

there will be no flowers.

No white roses or fragrant lilies.

My casket will not be blessed with babies breath,

only the frigid exhale that comes with the end of a life.

And when the Gods are forced

to listen to the weeping of those closest,

they will shake their heads and ask:

“What happened?”

At my funeral,

there will be no music.

No ambient guitar or sorrowful piano.

For when my heart finally stops,

so too, I pray, will the cacophony of music in my mind.

At my funeral,

there will be no people.

In the end, I will be the only one left to throw dirt into my grave.

When tears fall down my families cheeks,

they will be dedicated to a boy whom they never knew.

And when they cry out questions of:

“Why?”

and beg for answers,

I will simply reply:

“At my funeral,

there will be no flowers.”