Do not forget there were people here.

Do not forget to look back.

Don't forget, the lives they lived.

Do you know how far they went?

Do you know if they'll be back?

Do you know what happened here?

Do you know who did this?

Do not forget there were people here.

Don't forget they had love.

Just imagine what they saw.

The horror they lived through.

Do you know where the people went?

Do you know, I'm the last one left?

Do you know, I'm mourning?

Do you know I'll soon be gone?

Do you know I'm dying?

Do not forget there were people here.

Don't forget I was here.

Do you know I watched them die?

Do you know I saw them cry?

Do you know I did nothing to help?

Do not forget there were people here.

Don't forget what happens when you do nothing to ease their pain.

Do you know they moved away,

Scattered, like the seeds of a dandelion?

Do you know I did not follow them?

I stayed here like the stem dropped on the ground?

Do not forget what guilt does to your soul.

Don't forget you will need help someday.

Do you know I didn't regret it- not once- when I didn't help them?

Do you know that regret comes easiest when you are lonely?

Do you know I am the last one left?

Do you know I am lonely?

Do you know my one regret is not helping them?

Do not forget what it feels like when you know no one will be there to bury you when you die.

Don't forget they won't forgive you just because you've died.

Do you know how you can tell when no one loves you?

Do you know it feels like one thousand shards of glass have shattered your heart?

Do you know it feels like one thousand knives have pierced your soul?

Do you know it feels like one thousand boulders have crushed your ribs?

Do you know it feels like one thousand hands are pulling you apart, piece by piece, just to hear you scream in agony?

Do not forget there were people here.

Don't forget what I did to them.

Do you know what it feels like to kill so that you can live? Even if it wasn't your blade that pierced their hearts. It seems like it.

Do you know what it feels like when it seems as if you have personally murdered every single one of the people that ever loved you?

Do you know what it feels like when your own hand strangles your parents?

Do not forget there were people here. Thousands.

Do not forget that they loved me as if I was a son born of all of them together.

Don't forget what I did to them.

Do you know where the people went?

Do you know why they left?

Do you know they fled because of me?

Do you know I am the last one left?

Do you know what guilt has done to me?

Do you know I bear a thousand bruises as my own punishment for what I did?

Do you know no matter how many I bear, it is not enough?

Do you know it'll never be enough?

Do not forget there were people here.

Don't forget what happens because of betrayal.