do not want a burial service, no one will visit me anyway. This is to, even if I am dead already, prevent me from being disappointed again by people I know

I want to be cremated and my ashes be thrown as soon as possible in some safe and remote area

1. i feel so small

i have a lot of fears

If i try to write them down

It will take me a hundred years

It keeps me up at night

Like there is no end in this

For it goes far beyond sight

What is this cruelty?

It doesn’t let me escape my bed

Have i lost the key again to my head?

“i feel so small” i said to the priest

He said “burn the bushes, burn the incense”

But I hope you’re still proud of me

Even if I didn’t know growing up would hurt me this bad

But I hope you still see me

Even if I’m sitting quietly at the back

And I hope you’d still choose me

Even if I’m too tired to raise my hand

Cause birthdays came, years passed