This seemed to fit:
I’ve been a life waiting to happen.
An event looking for a venue.
Nothing but hurt seasoned with misunderstanding and lack of direction lives here anymore.
Even my words hurt when I breath life into them.
When the Most High said, “let there be light” I was not included amongst the enlightened.
Self exile is what he called it.
And please don’t let one tear fall for me, I know what I’m doing.
I didn’t deserve them when I was here and I don’t care for them now.
Just say my name when you think of me so that might have company in my suspended animation.
Send me some sunlight and some blue, the same blue that colored my skies when I walked with you.
You see my mother tell her that I did love her, but broken hearts can’t speak well and melancholy is as cold as Bethlehem steel.
Tell my father that I learned well from a good teacher and my homework was done.
I want to be laid to rest were I can see my mountains.
I want the deer and the other creatures to walk pass me and pause as if they heard something.
I want Aspen and Douglas Fur all around and if not place me by a stream.
Running water helps me sleep.
And please, no headstone I haven’t done anything worthy of an inscription.
One last thing; tell the truth about me.
I was most difficult and hated most people.
I was laced with poison and acid dripped from my lips.
I was made into something beyond recognition.
I was nasty and alone, I bleed ice and pissed gasoline, I was sick and desperate.
I was dangerous and spiteful.
But most of all; my heart was as big as the universe, but nobody looked up.
Look for me in the shade, the place were sunlight can’t reach.
Listen for me when you hear leaves rustle on windy nights, I’m never silent.
Understand me when you see children playing.
Know me when you give your loved ones hugs.
Feel me when your alone and understand that you’ll never be…….alone.