Ingratitude

I wondered why I was dead ?

I stood alone inside my head,

I remembered how he leaned on me,

He seemed so lost, he couldn't see,

I helped him get back on his feet,

I made him one and put him back on his seat,

When I needed a friend I looked to him,

He'd found new friends, he didn't care,

He looked through me, like I wasn't there,

I wondered how ungrateful he could be,

I guess life is full of men like him,

Now I don't wonder why I'm dead,

Atleast it makes sense in my head!

-Poppy