When I die, I want to live in peace,
Peace and privacy with all the time,
To think of the ones I want to kill,
All the ones I want to just get out of,
My life.

When I die, I want the world to stop revolving,
Around the person,
Who thinks the world revolves,
Around them.

When I die, I want people to see my body,
Not only as a someone who lived a life,
But as an icon for the person I am,
And for the person I’ve never become.

When I die, I want to die a natural death,
And I want someone to shoot my dead body,
And throw it into a river,
And let detectives take ten years to figure out,
That I was dead before I was shot.

When I die, I want people to understand,
That I’m the way I am,
Because I chose to be this way,
Not that I was told to be the way I am,
And I followed that for the rest of my life.

When I die, I want the people,
Who pissed me off,
To live happy lives,
Because I’m out of their lives.

When I die, I want the people who deserved what they got,
To come back from the dead,
Or wherever they are,
To get back at the person,
Who did whatever to them,
Except me.

When I die, I want to be buried next to my dad,
So we can fight with each other,
With our daily arguments,
That can never be resolved,
In our afterlives.

When I die, I want to be buried next to my mom,
So we can fight against my dad,
But my mom would do whatever,
To win her battle,
In our afterlives.

When I die, I want to be buried in between my parents,
So we can live as a family,
Minus the bad,
And horrible times,
In our afterlives.

When I die, I want
To be me.

When I die, I want you to not cry,
Because I lived my own life,
And now I’m gone,
And I want you to get over it,
Because I’m just another name,
On the long list of
Dead names.

When I die, I don’t want an obituary,
Because I don’t want people to know I’m dead,
And steal my dead bones,
And sell them.


When I die, I want…
I want…
I want…
I want…
Oh, who cares,
I’m dead.