Eulogy for myself-

Read the words like I already died.

But I’m still here.

That’s the fuckin' worst part.

This ain’t sadness, it’s forged from lust.

A slow rot under skin and trust.

Everything I loved turned gray,

Then flaked off like I never touched it.

Tried screamin’ for help,

Voice cracked like glass.

Now I just hum songs for ghosts,

And hope they don’t sing back.

I wrote a eulogy for myself.

Folded it in my pocket — still carry it.

Not dead, just unfinished.

Like a cigarette burn that didn’t blister.

Like a goodbye nobody meant.

Smiled once last week — felt fake as shit.

Even my mirror don’t make eye contact.

I walk around like a hollow rumor,

Like if I disappeared,

The wind would say, “why you still here?.”

Every “How you been?”

Feels like a dare.

If I vanish,

Don’t look for me in heaven.

Look in the places where even shadows quit.

I wrote a eulogy for myself.

Folded it in my pocket — still carry it.

Not dead, just unfinished.

Like a cigarette burn that didn’t blister.

Like a goodbye nobody meant.

If I leave this song behind,

Let it say what I couldn’t.