The daisies in my grave
have finally dried now
seasons have changed
and the winds continuously blew
The sun may have come down
but everyday, it rises for me and you
The grass continues to grow
and fruits on the tree beneath my grave
they continue to sow
Birds came by
a stray cat
and butterflies
and definitely lots of sunshines
Finally, and yes,
I was no longer alone
So I must request
for you leave the memory of me
in the past where I belong
All those tears; the grieving
the pain, and the countless of woes
Won't ever return my body
nor my lost suffered soul
It wont heal what hurt
It wont dry my tears that fell
It wont put slippers in my scarred dirty feet
nor would it bring me to life
Stop digging my casket
and bringing out my corpse
to check for the flaws
and all the places where I was hurt
Quit trying to open this box
to bring out my resting body
to search for the bruises
the cuts, the scars and the cold injuries
Stop bringing me back to the surface
whenever you feel like hurting
to remember the torment and agony
in replace of our chance of being happy
Leave me be in my grave
and grieve no more
let my memory rest
in the chest you hide on the corner of your dusty floor
Let me be no greater
than of a mere memory
of a child you once knew
that you no longer wish to see
We both knew
you never liked crying
I have always wished we never felt that pain
I also wished you never cried
But if we never did, we can't also be called sane
We loathed abandonment
being left alone and never visited
we hate being treated like we aren't care for
but I'd have to wish that you leave me again
Go on with your life
like what we went through never happened
Go live the life never got to,
putting our miseries to an end
Go be happy
Even if that means growing without me
Love yourself even if that means forgetting to visit me
Forget about me
Forget about the pain
Please, never wish to come by
Cause I will no longer wait in my grave
If loathing your presence
is the same as not wanting
to see you crying again is the same
then I would gladly do so
again....and again....and again
just so you could finally leave
and I could finally rest in peace
That was my last wish
I hope there was no more of the visitations
There may no longer be drop of tears on my grave
Here in my paradise, let me rest, let me be
I hope this will be is the last dried flowers for me
- Daisy
Writer's note:
This will is the last poem written about Daisy
Daisy's death was not my fault
