When I die, tell me that my health has hit an all time low. Tell me that's there is no use in looking for the pain in my eyes because it's gone. Look to see if my skin is still made of porcelain. Try to make me laugh. Tell me about your life. Not the life that you let the world see, but the life that only God knows. Check my mailbox on occasion just to see who's written me. Water the plants in my window until they're as dead as me. Dwell on the fact I was always leaving in the middle of the night. Say that I wasn't crazy even though you knew I wasn't all okay. Bury me in the sky, and visit me every Thursday. Give me a reason to have lived.