Forgotten Soul

The Angels do not praise me,
And the Demons look away,
As my body lays below the Earth,
As it slowly decays.

I'm shunned,
And looked down upon.
Neither Heaven or Hell,
Will take my soul,
They point me away,
Like I'm an ugly Troll.

So I roam the Earth,
Looking for a place,
To call home,
Looking for a face,
To call my own.

I am unseen,
I am unheard,
A whisper in the wind,
A chirping bird.

No one remember who I am,
Not my friends or my fam.
I am forgotten,
And all alone,
But I need something,
To call my own.

No one has me in their heart,
No one has me in their head,
And of course no one remembers,
Why I am dead.

I didn't choose to be killed,
I didn't choose to die,
But knowing all of this,
Not a single person will cry.

Everyone is celebrating,
And full of glee,
And I think the reason the celebrate,
Is because I'm history.

[This is a really sad Poem, I think. I mean who would want to be dead, and not accepted by anyone. Not the Angels or the Demons. Please Vote & Comment.]