Regret......(Sad) Poem by Poet of the River

This pain I bare is my regret,
My pain continually dealt,
On pain, my mind is set,
I've lost all the comfort I've felt,
Now i only hope to pay off my debt to myself,
As i sit under a sky of raining stones,
Hoping to be buried alive.
Hoping For you to understand.
I am going to do this.
Yet you do not listen...
You bear on my sky's a thunder...
You care not..
So bury me six feet under,
And watch out for the gun,
It will be hot.
bury me away from the sun,
So even after death I might feel cold,
as you have dealt to me.