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…..