Buried Myself Alive

Getting the shovel,
Out dads tattered shed.
No one will notice,
That I chose to be dead.

No one will remember,
The times when I cried,
No one will notice,
This time when I died.

I'm digging this grave,
This lovely grave so deep.

I'll be in the ground,
Simply asleep.

I'll be in a trace,
Of loneliness,
Worn,
Everyone can never realize,
How much my soul is torn.

Sitting down,
In this dark hole,
With nothing but me,
Splatting dirt over my head,
My soul floating free...

My family will find me,
My courageous end...
Nobody will understand,
My intent...

So, yes, this is the night I died,
This is the night,
I buried myself alive...