Hate Me
I might not exist for her
Yet she is my world.
I am dying for her,
Yet she doesn’t bother
Even To hate…….
She doesn’t want even
To watch my funeral
Yet I will wish best for her,
Even from hell.
She doesn’t want to hear
My dying sound,
Unhealed wound,
Escaping breathe,
And unaccomplished deeds.
Yet her voice
Is feast of my soul……..
At last she would not,
Bother even to comment
On this poem;
Which is worst for her ,
Even than crap…..
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