Despairs' Pitts

I’m sick and tired of always crying
Desperately trying to be what you would die to see
And all I feel is the hate radiating from your body
As I fail again and again
Lost in despair ‘cause you’re never here
I feel myself slipping further and further away.
And all that is left is an empty shell
Waiting to be tossed aside
Thrown to the trash
Where you would leave me to be forgotten
But was I ever remembered?
I doubt it.
I bet even now, as I lay broken and dying
That somewhere you’re living it up
At least try to act surprised
When you’re told of my demise.
Forever you shall be my heart.
And I will be your soul.