This 'poem' was never meant to be taken seriously. But it caught on, surprisingly enough.
You died, tonight.
You died on me tonight,
you worthless piece of shit.
You’d made me dependant of you.
You’d made me love you.
I was good to you!
I treated you with respect!
Why did you leave me here,
alone, distraught and vulnerable?
Couldn’t you have given me a warning?
A sign? One last chance?
I need you. I want you.
Would you consider coming back?
Burn in hell, Internet Connection.