How I'd Like to Be Buried

Wrap me in cloth and carry me down, do not let me show for fear of the light.

Do not let my scars show, they are my secrets. Don't let my eyes show, they are my windows. 

Do not let my fingers show, they are my way to the world.

Keep me for all my days, and do not forget, lest I haunt you. 

Throw me away, will you? I am nothing to this world, only a placeholder. 

Forgive me if you will.

If words are my escape, I'm running away. 

Books are something different, special, an escape. They distract me, from my scars, from the razors I keep in my pockets. I never wanted to fall back into this. It wasn't a choice.

Well, it was.

Wasn't one I wanted to make, but I did.