and even though
people told her that they
were always there for her
she didn't quite believe it

but how could you
believe such a thing,
when all they did was
pity the ones hurting

she didn't need pity
she needed comfort and
understanding

they talked, and talked
but they couldn't do anything
about the problem
just gossip about it
like mangy mutts

and that night,
while she lay in bed
listening to them pity the
death

she thought,

*"no one cares unless you're pretty or dying"