It's nice to know you're hated.

Who are you to ask anything of anyone?
You deserve nothing.
You are below dirt.
Anything below dirt needs nothing,
not even air to breathe or sun to soak.
Darkness is where you started.
Back to square one again.
And who will come to your rescue?
The hand you once held,
but then rejected,
where is that hand?
Clamber and scramble,
alone, scared, shaking, spinning.
Ask for the hand you once held,
but then rejected.
It cannot plunge into dirt and darkness.
Too late.
Who are you to ask anything of anyone?
Even for she who begged for so long,
just to get tossed aside.
One too many mistakes.
Enjoy the blackness that is your new home.