I'd rather burn in hell than to have felt all that I've felt.
I am six feet under and for me there is no help.
I feel no beating in this chest; All I feel is hollowness
I'm six feet under in my head, Why cant you see that I am dead?
No one left to hurt me, Noone left to love, there is only darkness in this grave that I have dug.
The worms they swim around in all the tears that I have cried; They nibble on my body that once was so alive.
They eat at the fingers that once stroked her hair,
They eat at the hands that held her with care,
They ate the lips that kissed her goodnight and swore that she'd be there the rest of her life.
They eat at a heart that would beat just for her,
They eat at a mother who lost her whole world.
