Let Me Rot

What's the point of you anymore?

The only thing I feel is ignored.

You don't want anything from me.

Just let me rot away in self-pity.

I'm so sick of hearing your name.

No wonder they say I'm going insane.

So what's it matter if I die today?

Would you still ignore me from my grave?

So go ahead,

Maybe you'll feel just a little bit sad,

When I'm dead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

another angry poem...

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Suhail Jaffar's picture

like your this poem...hope you also go to mine and do your great comments to know how i do ?