Among the dead people,

I can be just another 

Dead soul

Among the head stones

Among the bones

I can be one of them,

Even for a moment

The souls acknowledge me,

More than any living person could,

Honestly more than anyone should

But in the graveyard,

I am free

I am welcome to express

All the emotions I repress,

The actions that would make living souls

Turn up their nose

I am welcome to cry, or laugh,

Whisper or scream

I can be myself,

Place past judgements on the shelf,

Ignore everyone who told me

 "You'll be fine,

Just give it time"

In the cemetery I am no one 

Except for me.

No expectations,

Not just another fixation.

I can breathe freely,

But ideally?

I want to be one of them.

I want to sit under the dirt,

In my nicest shirt.

No job to do, 

I dont have to be anything new.

I can just rot.