To All Those At My Funeral...

“Help”

Why did nobody hear my cries?

So I thought they knew

It should not come as a surprise

To you

When I meet my demise

 

I thought I gave enough

Of a hint

That what I was going through was rough

Want to sprint– from it all

I guess I put up enough of a bluff

 

You fell for the happy face

Am I that good at pretending?

To all the people attending

My funeral–

You did not notice

That my health was descending

 

You may ask yourself

Was this preventable?

Why she looked so presentable

This cause is surely lamentable

 

Can I get a round of applause please

Because clearly my expertise

In acting were enough to appease

Every single person around me

 

To be honest I thought someone would notice

Perhaps that is bogus

Needed a diagnosis?

Maybe just a need to refocus?

 

Nonsense

Nobody can help the one in the grave

Maybe I should have forgave–

At this point I was but a slave

To the pain

Impossible to explain

Caught in a chain

Insane?

They asked how could I complain

I had much to entertain

I had much more than those in Ukraine

 

You should be grateful

You should be playful

Instead

Disdainful

Wasteful

Shameful

Hateful

 

So to all those at my funeral

Which will be none I know

It is a shame, a disgrace to die like this

In that way nobody will throw

An event to reminisce

My life

 

So easily taken

My parents they cry they must be mistaken

But no I really was forsaken

I don’t mean to cause such frustration

Truly truly I apologise for this–but desperation

 

I don’t want to imagine

The screams of my brother

When he finds me

To think of my mother

Oh she will blame herself

It will be a shame I feel bad indeed

I am aware this is selfish

My greed but this I need I plead

This life is hellish

 

So goodbye forever

I am happier than ever.