the death of me

I am undone. I am forsaken. I am destroyed. I am not. I aren't anymore. I nothing. I was. Nil. Once. Never forget. Never remember. I will soon be somewhere that isn't a part of anything. I will be all alone. I will be lost forever. I will never be found. I am sorry to disappear. It's not my fault. But I wish you'd have listened. I wish you heard me out when you still could've. But you refused to hear me. But you ignored me. But you rejected me. But you silenced me. I am convinced that nobody cares. So, I will not return. But that's simply because there's probably no way back. Adios. Wish me a quick and painless death please.