Who are you?

Who are you to come to me,
as i lay within this pine.
who are you to shed those tear's,
to claim that all was fine.

who are you to call me friend,
and say i will be missed.
who are you to touch my hand,
with one as cold and stiff.

who are you to praise my past,
and steal my life and joy.
who are to take this task,
with hopes to fill the void.

who are you to firm your lies,
with words that condescend.
who are you to say goodbye,
at my journeys end.