you don't love me, you never did
if i die before you and you attend my funeral,
my "celebration of life" or more aptly "celebration of death"
and you cry, it will only be for show
it will be fake tears with no remorse,
no conscience, no feeling
and only to impress other people who are living
the first thing you will do is look for the money,
the material things i had, anything that you think
has the most "value" as you only value money and objects
life doesn't matter, people don't matter
they are only worth what you think you can get out of them
you work and "give" only to get for yourself
you never gave away or did a damned thing in your life
without expecting something of equal value or more in return
the kindness of your heart does not exist
your heart is made of steel and probably ball bearings
like the machinery you work on and love so much