When a friend dies.

I had to figure it out for myself that you died.
Nobody gave me the respect to tell me what happened.

I paced nights, wondering if you're ok.
Your last message to me was: "I'll be fine."

You never gave me the room to care, but I cared anyway.
I cared because I saw something in you worth saving.

But you didn't heed my words.
Nobody heeds my words.

People treat me like I'm some horrible joke.
That, "how could I dare care about someone who didn't care about me."

I cared, because you gave me the things to care about.
Nobody told me that it wasn't worth it in the end.

And now you're dead, and I'm dying inside everyday.