Rotting (One of My Really, Really Old Poems. Not My Best)

Left alone,
withered away.
Will you ever come to my grave?
Of course you won't...
You left me alone.
Maybe one day you will feel the pain.

Do you hate me yet?
I knew you would,
even though you said you never could.

I never asked for this,
You never needed to hurt me.
Why did you ruin my life?

Feel my pain,
Know my mind.
I'll take you with me.
I cannot allow you to hurt anyone else.