In the event that I do pluck up,
Enough courage,
To pull the trigger,
Or down the pills.
Or carry enough softness to slit the right veins in my wrists.

In the event hat shed my own blood,
To sacrifice for all useless moments I spent during my breathing times.

In the event that my heart stops beating:
'cause lets face it -
I'd  rather have that than wait for it to shatter again.
There's only so many times a fragile heart can be pieced together again....

In that event,
May it be that you shed no tears,
And instead wear a badge of a brilliant smile across your face,
Dancing to the memories  of my sonorous laughter.

If you fall to your knees,
Let it be because of your inability to control your joyous self,
And praise Him for the time I had.
Let it be not for your crumbling up in a ball of pity.

So do not pity me.

You are at the risk of wasting your emotions.

Be well and take care of yourself.
Something i failed at completely.