My Grave You Dug

You screwed me over
And left me high and dry
To defend myself
Or to let me die.

You never liked me
Nor loved either.
Even lying
That you'd be there.

Whispering sweet nothings
To get where you want.
Where your going though
Is getting you no where.

Now that I'm gone
I have to ask
How do you feel
With the weight, I guess.