This is me writing your eulogy:

I hope I'm doing this right... I'm sick of hearing "I'm sorry for your loss." Maybe a "Congrats," would fit this occasion. You're safer, and happier. So am I(?) Please know that it's okay that you buried me behind doors and pill bottles. You were (are) sweet and soft and home to me. Too many times I buried myself in your skin. You'll forever be my favorite home I lived in. I'm still hushed up by your unrequited apologies and agonized cried. You're still singing in my head forever. I kind of feel like I've gone through the worst heartbreak ever because you're still humming on my fingertips and I'm pretending I don't hear a thing.