If I died today…

There would be tweets about how good of a person I was.

From people who knew me and people who didn’t.

No matter what, everyone would say how much they loved me.

They’d tweet about sending prayers to my family.

And post pictures saying how much they missed me already.

Facebook would be filled with thoughts about me.

There would be articles posted and shared about my death.

My Facebook wall would have people posting about how I was taken to soon.

They’d send their love to my family,

And would offer to help any way that they can.

My peers would go to school the next day as normal.

Some people would enter the school in tears and others would wonder why,

But either way the school would have been notified of the loss.

And in the morning they’d make an announcement about my death.

Everyone would be forced to have a moment of silence in memory of me.

Then counselors would be left on standby for students who needed to talk.

My good friends would be devastated.

They wouldn’t be able to wrap their heads around it all.

Their social media pages would be filled with other people reaching out,

But they wouldn’t post about me until they finally felt like they could.

They’d stare at our message feed waiting for a reply from me that would never come.

My funeral would be filled with nothing but sadness and tears.

People would come that I didn’t even know to pay their respects,

And some people would only come because they felt like they had to.

After saying goodbye to me, they’d all promise my family to still stay in touch.

They’d tell my family that they are there to help ease the pain if they want it.

Everyone would talk about the memories we shared.

The good, the bad, and everything in between…

Do you know what the worst part about my death is?

What sucks the most about it all?

More than half the people who posted and cried about my death, treated me very badly.

And most of them would play it off like their tears are from missing me.

But in reality their tears are from how poorly they treated me.

They’d use missing me as cover so no one would ever have to know the truth.

It’s a shame that people don’t realize how much a person affected them every day until they’re gone.

They never realized that that person had a purpose.

But now they look at their empty chair in class,

Don’t receive texts or calls from that number,

And the only thing they have left of them are the memories they once shared

Or pictures if the lucky

If I were to die young,

I don't want people to lie and say they were my friend.

I don't want people to act like we were very close if we weren’t.

I appreciate the thought,

But I wouldn’t want people acting like they cared about me

Just to save themselves from feeling bad.