if i am to die soon
don't let my one of my so-called friends paint me as this happy person because they never bothered to check up on me.

don't let them try to joke about if i would've liked the color of the casket
or say any of the cheesy ****

no
you don't feel my presence, you feel your guilt seeping through and want to change our last interaction to offer you some kind of comfort

no
i'm not an angel in the sky looking down on you.
i'm dead.
don't try to find comfort in my death.
fathom the darkness that will keep me better than you ever could.

as you sit there with my absence
i hope you're slapped by the heavy silence just i was from all the dark nights spent crying in my room wondering what was wrong with me.