Can you hear me?
I am all alone six feet under
Where my heart stopped beating.
Buried deep within the soil
The coffin lies with me inside.
How did I get here?
What happened that night?
Was I murdered?
Was I killed?
Was I taken from this world?
Who did this to me?
Who let me die?
Who didnt take a minute,
To look deep in my eyes?
To see the darkness,
That consumed my mind
That took over my life.
Who let me fall deeper into myself?
Pushing away when I reach for help?
Was I murdered?
Was I killed?
Was I taken from this world?
Who did this to me?
Who let me die?
Who didnt save me,
When I needed to be saved?
When I searched for guidance,
And searched for hope.
But was left standing all alone.
Was I murdered?
Was I killed?
Was I taken from this world?
Who did this to me?
Who let me die?
You did.
You helped me die.
You guided my hand around my thigh.
Drawing around a circuit of pain.
The journey taken over and over again.
Leaving not a space left unexplored.
You made me feel no remorse.
No regret as the journey moved,
From my thigh to my neck.
Leaving its mark to be read.
Like a story that never ends.
Now I lay down my head.
In the coffin
That is now my bed.
Six feet under
Dirt and soil.
Not taking one breath.
Not speaking one word.
Eyes closed shut
Completely dead.
[No idea what to call this poem...
any suggestions?]
