Die Alone

Why do we need people when we die alone?
I'm tired of needing someone to answer the phone.
To vent to someone, stop myself from falling apart.
To get some help to mend my breaking heart.

I need something to distract me from the thoughts.
To distract me from the feelings that I caught.
For everyone I know, for caring when I shouldn't.
For doing things when everyone else wouldn't.

Nobody cares about people anymore.
Only about what they can afford.
What they can't, if they're broke.
If they're funny or if they're the joke.

Why have someone around if they can't cover their own?
Who cares about connections when you have a phone?
Ignore, block, or remove.
That's all you have to do.

To get someone out of your life.
No explanation, why even try?
When it's so easy to shut someone out.
No missing, no guilt, and no doubt.

That you did the right thing.
You no longer have to think.
About someone else, their feelings, or your lies.
After all, it is only you when you die.