the crying, the wishing, and the hurt.

TWO

sometimes i dream that i'm dead; at my funeral i am found lying so still and peaceful. not a sound, but soft weeps coming from the few people that we're gathered.
family you say? they could care less.
my sister, my brother, my friends.
the people i hold so dearly,
close to my heart. please do not mourn as i am being lowered into the ground i've belonged in my whole life. because those are the tears i prayed to see you shed when i told those five words,
"i'm going to end it."
and my last word as well,
"goodbye."
                                                              -{va-la}