I'm a boy who wishes to be remembered.
But I know that'll never happen.
I'll die without a single soul
to signify
my death.
It'll be tragic and fast.
They'll find my lifeless body
slumped against a building.
Fresh hot blood dripping from the
wounds.
They won't know my name.
No one does.
Because those whom once knew it,
Well.
They cut it out of their minds.
Ridding their ignorant selves of the horror and pain I brought forth.
Sorry.
I guess.
Apologizing?
Why am I doing that?
You.
You should be apologizing.
You drove me to this conclusion.
You drove me to this death.
You were the reason for it.
The reason for my suicide.
