If only they knew

If only they knew how I felt, if only they knew why I did this.
Maybe they would understand. Maybe they'll do different.
But that's what they say, we all know they won't.
Standing next to my body saying sweet things, they didn't even like me, they didn't even know me.
Acting as if they were my best friend, I had no one. They all lie.
I had no one, why say I had; to make yourself feel better? To make yourself sleep better at night?
They all did this, they all made me feel like this.
When they say they would've done differently they lie... they would've done it the exact same way, not caring about the consequences. Not at all caring if I would've done this. They don't care, they never do... until they stand at your grave finally realizing what they've done.

I am Emily, and this is my story. More to say; the story how I died.