Discarded Things Are Burned

I mutter, "I want you to be Happy" I say, I don't mind If I'm forgotten Left behind Discarded like a doll To be honest, I am a liar I wish You are Happy But I am withering I am filled with sorrow I am not part of That "Happiness" But I will sit on dried grass Gaze the smoky sky And hope the flame in my throat Burns me out And my clothes, My whole body, Mount, I hope they will Turn me into Ashe