Looking back on when I died,
and the things which I would hide,
I don't think that anyone cried,
on the day that I died.
The moment before my life ended,
I did not look back on my life,
as there are so many that I had offended,
as my decisions caused strife.
I cared for myself with only selfish desire,
pushing my family and friends to leave,
with my habit as a compulsory liar,
coupled with my drive to deceive.
With no one in my life to love,
leading me to live in a tomb,
hoping to be saved by someone above,
as I die here alone in this room.