Guilt Reaper

Endless flowers only are given to the dead,

A symbol of guilt from the people who should have been there for them,

When they were living,

But now all they are doing is crying,

It seems kind of ironic,

That you were silent when they were crying and falling,

It's a fickle thing,

These emotions that people are using,

Because if you love someone,

You don't let them suffer alone,

They are a fragile piece of glass,

That could break from another hit,

But you never noticed until they shattered,

Their souls couldn't handle it,

Yet at the funeral,

Everyone else acts as if they are the victim,

And even in death,

People still try to get something from them,

The deceased,

Or use the situation for attention,

The flowers are for themselves,

Not the deceased one,

The real victim.