I picked flowers

I picked flowers off my gravestone, in hopes of your attention.

I left the fallen leaves on my pathway, without a care.

As my bones withered six feet under, my soul felt nothing. 

You have mourned my departure, yet I still sent you love.

I called dozen times, broke many stuff.

You cried for nothing instead of being happy.

You wasted time instead of connecting with me.

By shutting everyone out you left me like this. 

Standing by your side and you can't feel me.

So tonight I'll the words of love to you.

But you won't hear me, you're deep asleep too.