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.