Just Trash

Fading and alone,
My soul seems to be.
Lonely as always,
Why should I expect more.

Never been important,
Why so disappointed.
Just the garbage,
and trash beneath your feet.

Love,
Untouchable.
You smile is still,
my most treasured item.

The tears,
So precious.
With none,
left to cry.

I just hope,
Death will.
make more sense,
than life.