Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

Funeral

Tw- death
But this isn't actually about dying it's about blossoming.

Today is my funeral, tears are shed for me.
White flowers are laid on my casket, but not even she shows up because she is long gone, but I feel her presence because it always stays with me.

Shovels are brought to dig up dirt filled with earthworms and rocks, digging a hole for the isa everyone knows and loves.

Tears are shed, my mom thinks about where she went wrong and my dad puts on a show of shallow breaths and alligator tears.

I ascend, I ascend surrounded by white lights and angels singing, I am blossoming I am finally spreading my wings.

This is who I was supposed to be all along, this is my final form.

I wake, I wake in my bed with the sun shining on my face, I sit up with a deep breath released and look over in the mirror. I smile because this is who I was supposed to be.

The old me has passed away and the new me is blossoming, Rest In Peace to my past and hello to the future.