Carrier

What am I to all of you?

Nothing, but a mere carrier,

Here to carry your message right on through,

Just a way to make you all the more merrier.

A means to an end;

Is that simply all that I am;

A tool for when your heart needs to med,

And when you're done, you throw me away like spam?

I can only be reused so many times

Until I'm worth less than a thief's soul.

And I am forced to pay for my nonexistent crimes,

Where I'll then be dug in a fresh hole.

That will be the life of I,

A mere carrier, a handler of messages,

Who lived only to die,

And be burdened with all the damages.