Digging My Grave

Your the one,
Digging my grave.
I suppose that to you,
I am not worthly enough to save.

You ignore me,
Praying that I will go away.
These words you have not spoken,
But your actions are enough to say.

With others,
You would rather be.
It is funny how,
You thought I would not see.

Important to you I am no more,
For others you have found.
I tell you how I feel,
But you ignore my every sound.

So here I stand,
Waiting for you to finish digging.
You will know I am dead,
When my choir has finished singing.