Nobody Will Miss Me

When I am gone,
no soul would cry
only the ones that would,
do because I failed to try
and make them proud.
I let down a thousand
people who poisoned
my heart and hoped
I survived.
I am now burning in the pyre,
with woods that got no fire.
The fury of those I left behind
are keeping the flames ablaze.
Hope this counts
as one of my best days
where I am being watched
till my brain explodes,
then everyone would depart
with my remains.
To their surprise,
for a nobody who did nothing
they filled my ashes to the brim
in an urn, hoping again
that I would return,
just to live yet another
desolated life.
I wish my tears
were made of petrol,
so when you ignited
me for the last time,
the explosion would kill
my soul too, so
that there’s nobody like me
reborn.