When I die, I'm asking my friends not to let you speak at my funeral
You don't get to go up there and pretend you cared about me all this time
I think we both know at some point you stopped
So you don't get to say how much happiness I brought to you
If I brought you so much happiness
How come it takes more than a month for you to even open my messages
Don't say how you wish you would have spent more time with me
I asked you every week that summer until I eventually gave up
Defeated and seeing through your transparent excuse
That didn't line up with what you said publicly before
Because of you I refrained from asking you to come see me
Unless I knew it was going to be perfect
I tried to fit in somewhere I didn't belong
Endured even though I was miserable
Because I wanted you to be proud of me
I wanted to be your star
I wanted you to brag about me to all your friends
I know it wasn't much but it was the best I could do.
My real best friend came
I wore the necklace as you told me to
I know you had something you just couldn't skip
But would it have killed you to say
"Can I make it up to you?"
"Maybe I can come another time."
"Whatever happens I'm proud of you."
Only you did say that last one.
Multiple times.
But just with your words.
Your actions didn't show it.