I remember my first facebook funeral

You know it’s kinda hard to tell an eight year old that someone she’s loved is dead 

but only dead for the facebook pitty 

and don’t tell anyone she’s alive cause they were all there for the

Facebook funeral 

2 years later time for another Facebook funeral 

The person I spoke to two weeks ago died six months ago and maybe that’s the reason you wear long pant around them to hide the rip tattoo with their name all over it

Another facebook funeral 

3 months later another one

Yet this time it was obvious

We already knew your lies 

You couldn’t have made it anymore transparent yet this time only your lies hurt not the death why did you keep lying

Every time something went wrong you killed somebody off and kept doing it until everybody caught on and then you tried to fake your own death and just lie more to the point where your own child can’t even trust you

I guess it’s time for another Facebook funeral