Being pushed around to the death

I was always being pushed around,
My face was always settled near the ground,
It always made me boil with rage and get mad,
But to them it was like a trend or a fad,
After they were done with me I was always alone,
Just to lay there and moan and groan,
Pretty soon all i could do was weep,
Now I could hardly sleep,
So one other day,
When someone pushed me away,
I looked up and cried,
Then fell down and died,
They didn't know I was up there now in the above,
Watching them closely with love.

It's odd, but heck some of my friends liked it and I hope you do too. Please rate and comment.