I am 6 ft underneath. I wanted to be next to the root's of tree's i left in my note that i wanted you to be buried next to me, so we can be together again. So do not cry i'm in my favorite blue dress and i don't have to have a smile plastered to my lips. Mom do not lay in my bed your thoughts will start to hurt your head and i don't want my pillow to collect more tears. I had a good few years, so do not fear. Dad do not try and understand why i had to go you cannot reason with death. And he's a really good kisser. Sister you can have all my things please wear them, remember me. Sister i'm sorry i left but do not wear your favorite dress and beg for a taste of death's lips. Bestfriend, travel for me? Bring my notebook and write down everything. If i wasn't in the ground you know i'd be with you. so do not cry, you know the reason why.
idea form the poem that start's with "do not stand at my grave and weep"