Please, don't cry at my funeral.
Please don't shed a tear.
Not because I don't want you to cry upon seeing me leave early in a casket.
But because when I was alive you didn't hear.
All the screaming I did when you were too far away.
And all the whispers I did when you were near.
Your eyes were unable to shed a single pitiful tear for me when I was alive.
Yet when I died you said you want to hold me close again so dear.
Don't be sad when I leave.
I know, I wouldn't.
Because wherever I'll go, I know I'll be happy and free.
Don't tell me you couldn't.
I remember the days when I'll tell you my problems and your face seem uninterested.
I'd stop and think "Am I talking too much? Was I being too invested?"
Then I'd remember that one time you said "I am here for you. Come, stop your crying."
I'd like to ask you then, "Which one was the time when you were lying?"
Again. Please, don't cry at my funeral
Don't taint my passing with your mucky tears.
At least now I'm not gonna be a burden to you.
Which is actually one of my biggest fears.