'She was a great friend',
'She was such a sweetheart',
'She never complains',
'Everyone loved her'.

Those were the words
They said when I was gone,
By the ones,
Who bullied me, tortured me,
Who forced me
To embrace death

Their concern, their love,
Was all I wanted, when I was there,
Instead they gave me wounds,
Which I could never repair.

And now when I'm gone,
They're all sweet and nice,
Wearing their mask,
They say all these lies,
To show to the world,
That they really cared.

They'll never realize ,
That those words, those exact words,
Are what I wanted to hear
When I was alive,
They would have been enough,
To keep me alive.