Today, I die/died.
So, bury me a man.
Despite the families wishes, I want everyone to address me as me, and if anyone uses the wrong number they are to be politely escorted for they are at the wrong funeral.
For whatever toned paper my words are
May they be wrapped in bloody love notes my friend's will never read
because these aren't my last lines for them and I'm sorry for that
but I'll keep breathing for you even when you dont want me too
like, its a lost chance, because most of the time i wannt hold you all so tight they could pull fingerprints from your skin like evidence. So everyone knows where I've been happy.