Disposable

As if I am garbage
I am disposable
Even if am a living creature

To some I am disposable.

With little regard for human life
Used for all I was worth
Then disposed of, for the next victim

To some all is disposable

Using humans as such is a tragedy
Especially when this is an unforeseeable fate
Tragic enough to make one become misanthropic

To some tragedy is disposable

Once used life becomes painful as each night sets
Thoughts of regret begin to stir
Even though Disposal was inevitable

To some Disposal is inevitable for all.

While near impossible to foresee your disposal it shall come
Just as long as you are disposable to them
It shall come

Because to some the life of Humans are disposable