The second-best thing you did
Was kill me; the first
Was burning everything that remained.
Still, I wish you hadn’t done it.
I always saw you so beautiful,
and I swear, I still would
if you hadn’t turned so cruel.
You were such a letdown,
a fucking scary clown.
But you know what?
It’s Fine
Turns out, I was better off as ashes.
The wind became my friend.
A lifeless body can never escape that prison,
but dust can drift wherever it pleases.
Though I lost my body
I became free to take any shape I want
I've never felt this light before—
For so long, I was never really happy
This is the last message
my ashes would want to give:
Thank you for everything
I hate you for everything
You were my everything
But What I really want you to know is
I already forgave you …
FOR EVERYTHING