Be there
to hold my hand,
or don’t.
Either way,
I am never letting go
of myself.

On some days
You make me
Regret
Ever loving you

Yet,
Every other day
It becomes clearer
That losing you
Would be my biggest
Regret

I know which one
I can live with

I've written in anger
And sorted myself out
I've written on drugs
And found new meanings
I've written in sadness
And found that I am beautiful
I've written before bed
And never let my head hit the pillow
I've written about my skin
And no one knows what I am
I've written about what it means to be human
And I still have no answers
I've written while in love
And have had many lovers
I've written in art
And hid the words within the blank spaces
I've written rambles
And each one more absurd then the last
I have written about my adventures
And returned filthy and alive
I've written stolen words from the wise
And spread the knowledge far and wide
I've written to you
And you have read
I've written
And have kept writing.

Do not weep for me
For I feel peace and freedom
I feel immense love which expands far beyond this world
I now understand everything

Do not weep for me
Rather, be still and breathe through your pain
See how my death has opened your heart and your mind
To see all the love, courage and strength within you..