Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Right now it doesn't matter,
alive or dead-
I have my suicide letters written,
they're hiding under my bed.

Everyone has a secret, everyone has a story to tell. Don't judge someone, because they just might be going through hell.

Close my eyes for a while, and force from the world a patient smile.

I'm a broken soul,
I'm an open book.
With many torn out pages.

Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.