If I die, donate my organs.
Give my lungs,
to someone who still fights for breath I've spent too long suffocating in silence.
Give my heart,
to someone who hasn't felt it rot While still pumping blood.
Give my eyes,
to someone who still wants to see light, mine have seen too much darkness.
Give my liver,
to someone who can process more than just poison and pain.
And if there's anything left, burn it.
not for mourning but because this body was never really home.
Just a prison with my name scratched on the walls.


















