I see them

I see them,

I see them behind the hearse that ferries 

The remains of my lifeless body,

My eyes are wide shut but I see them, 

Their t-shirts have pictures 

Of my once happy face,

Their tears hide behind the dark goggles

That cover their eyes,

They glance at the hearse with hopes that 

I'll wake up from my coffin,

I can see them coughing from choking screams 

Eager they are to view my remains 

For the last time,

I can feel their anxiety and how their

Troubled hearts pound,

They grind their teeth wishing they'd be there

To hear my last words,

They are cursing while I'm dancing 

In the serene underworld.

The battle with depression has come 

To and end at last,  

I see the clergyman preaching 

Before sending me back to dust, 

Never again will I ever lock myself in the

Room for hours just to talk to myself,

Sorrows have faded away like

Twirls of smoke on a windy day, 

I can see them moving on because that 

Is what it has always been. 

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