he 14th of February
The day of love
but not for me
As I cannot understand it
On this day I tried giving love
But I never received any
Yet I’m still trying this year
I ask myself who
Who will receive from me
When I love someone else
Who doesn’t love me
How will I spend the day? In bed?
While others with their love
Where they smile with joy and full of love
When I am in bed, listening to depressing music.
What have I done to deserve this?
the 14th of February
The day of love
But not for me

Voices in My head
All i feel is guilt
With shame
Like i don't belong
Just can't seem to be loved
When i die
People will remember me
Not because of who i was
But because of what i did
Suicide prevention poster will start to go on walls
People will finally notice me
"You will be loved, Rest in peace" they'll say
They nice things they would say about me
Why didn't they tell me when i was alive?
People will start to care
If i die, Is it a good thing?
i won't since i have promise to keep.