Will there be flowers in my funeral?

I hate the places I go to,

after I fall into depression.

I hate the places I go to,

when I fall into this never ending loop of hopelessness 

and despair

I think I'm overdue for a repair.

Brain damage,

haemorrhage, 

fell from the carriage of my mirage.

Head hurting, 

heart throbbing, 

my muscles fall to the ground.

Mix with the soil, 

they know how to use me better

than anyone else around.

Eyes feel weird, 

feel like closing them forever 

but if I die,

Will there be flowers at my funeral?

Author's Note

i made this sketch on my own, pls be kind :>