When I am dead maybe I’ll be happy.
When I am dead maybe there will be peace.
Will everyone shut up when I’m dead?
Just so they can hear what other people have to say.
Or will it all be just like before?
Does a human life mean so little?
That I cannot make a difference?
Even if I am dead?
But when I’m loud.
No one listens.
When I’m quiet.
Everyone ignores.
What do I have to do?
To get some attention?
For people to see.
What’s going on in this world we live in.
Can’t do it when I’m dead.
Can’t do it when I’m alive.
What use am I?
What use am I dead?
What use am I alive?
Maybe they will hear.
When they are dead.