Bittersweet

• Pull the trigger

And don't stop, because that's where I wanna sleep tonight: your shoulder, bony, shaking, scared. And now that won't happen again.

And now, grab my hand one last time, take me to the graveyard, pull the trigger, don't think twice. If there's something I'd beg for, it would be this.

Just stop your crying, you did the right thing. Push me to the hole, but don't hold my body, that may make you hesitate. I always knew the end was near, so don't be sorry; and if it seems like I'm still breathing, don't worry: cover me up with dirt and broken dreams, lies, and death.

Then, breathe. In and out.

It's over now.

If anyone asks you if you know how I died, tell them Peter Pan and I fell in love, I went to Neverland and now I won't grow old. Ever. If anyone asks you what my mistake was, tell them I made too many for you to count.

Go to my funeral, hold my skinny, cold fingers; I will hug you and tell you it's okay. It's okay, I'm still here, you killed my body but not my love for you. It's okay, just hug me back.