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.

Trap metal, doom trap, alt metal, grunge