I stood in a room full of strangers
Staring at pictures standing like stoic reminders...
Reminders of a life cut short by tragic end
I stood in a room full of liars.

I kept to myself while others shared stories
My mind was somewhere else while everyone spoke
Forced conversations, the things you're supposed to say
I kept to myself while others hid their true colors

I walked out before it was over because it was just too much
You didn't have to die feeling so alone, or being all alone
No one acknowledges that you took your own life, even if by accident
I walked out before it was over because it wasn't about you

I buried a friend of a decade because drugs became your comfort
You died because you needed something that anyone in that room could've offered
It pains me to know that not one of us was aware of how desperate you were
I buried a friend of a decade because we were too selfish to see that you needed us.