The day I died
not a tear was cried
not a raindrop fell from the sky.

There were no good-byes,
no fare-thee-wells,
no willow-trees that sighed.

No one noticed much,
no one cared as such
a nonentity left this world.

But it left a hole
and part of my soul
knows that someone will miss this girl.

The day I died
I told a few lies
to avoid a few teary good-byes.

As I went to my rest
I knew it was the best
for us all, so let no one protest!

Do not tell me
that you can't see
what I did, I did NOT do with ease?

I had tried so hard
tried for oh so long
and death was my final release!

The day I died
not a tear was cried
not a raindrop fell from the sky.

I left some to grieve,
who now feel deceived
but my life had to be about 'I'.

Should a life be lived
for someone else's sake
when the smiles and joy are all a fake?

As I lay me down
I erase all my frowns,
a final respectful good-bye I take.