via Abigail Prieto, Pressroom PH
When I die, do not bury me six feet down,
for in my whole life, all I've known is the ground,
looking down, kneeling, crawling, and begging low,
wishing for a miracle to pull my feet from the sinkhole,
of a casket meant to bury me alive.
When I die, don’t scatter my ashes to the sea,
while alive, I fought for every breath, you see.
I kept swimming, not knowing how,
kicking desperately, only to drown deeper, somehow,
further and further away from the light, sinking into the endless blue.
When I die, I'd like you to climb the highest of mountains,
There, spread my ashes, let me finally fly,
and see the wonders of this world I longed for, so high.
Let me soar, and finally forget,
be one with laughter, with no sadness to fret.
When I die, send me off with a smile,
don't grieve for me—grief was my life's long trial.
Forget about me,
let this world release every part.
Let me find peace in the void, away from your light.
Don't reminisce, don't revive me through memory's art,
for I no longer wish to exist, just depart.
Let every fragment of my being be gone,
let me cease to exist, completely, and move on.
Let my existence fade, my soul rest.
