To You I Mean Nothing

Feeling like a piece of trash.
Crumpled up and burnt to ash.
Every time you talk to me,
It feels like another bad dream.
Never anything nice to say,
I'll try again another day.
I tell you I love you and always will,
But still my beating heart you killed.
You never say it but when you do,
It comes across as bullshit news.
You never even tried to care,
i guess, now, that's my cross to bare.
If I really ever mattered to you,
I wouldn't be half dead from the words you spewed.
But you've done it now and done it good,
You put me under in an urn of wood.
But to you, I'm still just trash.
You'll throw me away and not look back.