Tell them

Just another personal thing about decaying from psychological stuff people have done, and how those responsible should see the results of their actions.

When I die

Raise a glass to me

Where I lie

Out of spite

Bring those responsible to what happened 

Take them to where I lie

Tell them they did this

They destroyed my mind

Which destroyed my body

If they say they are sorry

Make them look again

He loved you

You knew 

This would happen to him

He never connected with anyone

But one 

Who was you

Left alone

Always home

You knew this would happen 

Tell them