The Saddest Poem Ever!!!!!

On a wrinkled piece of paper,

I lay in extreme centre.

I am depressed and wounded,

Yet nobody is astounded.

I lay there like a lifeless soul,

With no one to give me hope.

I have never been given a hug.

Always been treated like a slug.

On a wrinkled piece of paper,

I lay in extreme centre.

I have always gotten rude gestures,

From children, family, friends and teenagers.

Everyone greets me with a Bye-Bye,

And then tears prick my eyes.

I have always remained shackled,

My life, my death, my grave,

My soul, my body bound in reins.

On a wrinkled piece of paper,

I lay in extreme centre.