Would you be sad for me

'Would you be sad for me?'

What a weird question to ask someone, you might think.
But I'd rather have someone told me they are worried about me, than to tell me they love me.

Because I have seen a thousand faces, and heard their two thousand voices chanting those three eight-lettered words over and over again, like a prayer you say before you tuck yourself in for the night.
But those same faces, would they partake of my anguish and sorrow as theirs,
would they be aware of the enterprise and convictions that come with the word 'love', that they, within just seconds of telling me, expect me to believe they really do?

No.

Tell me you'd be sad when I'm gone. But don't tell me you love me, because I do not believe in it anymore.