I want to have my funeral 
But first I need to die 
But not an ordinary death 
You see 
I want one filled of surprise 
One death that no one would expect 
One that’ll beat the rest 
Of the 
Out of the ordinary deaths 
A death that will show the pain I hide 
One that will make people tremble inside 
To see that a little girl could hide
So much trouble and hate inside her mind 
One that’ll have me on a bed 
With rose petals all around my head 
My wrist all cut up at the vein
A death that’ll make me look insane 
It’ll have them saying 
“maybe she hit her head” 
For the death expressed too much 
And set a feeling of depressed 
Maybe a death 
That’ll have written on my chest 
All the things that “you knew best” 
All the things I failed to see 
Because they never were facing me 
A death is called a tragedy 
But not when nobody can see 
That the tragedy was meant to be 
Like the sun is meant to set each day 
And how the moon never seems to stay                
The sadness of death is how it hurts those left grieving, something we really do not want to do, is leave pain to others. Dying is purely natural and even with heartache we must steer from death for whilst we are living we have something to give to others. Thank you Jennifer and i wish you well
this is a beautifully written poem and connects to me in a way i can't express
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although I usually do not like poems on death, specially those written by young boys and girls, yet the title of your poem attracted me. The last stanza is indeed very touchy. Hope you have overcome your melancholy by now, as you have grown older by three years, and started enjoying the beauty of life.