What I've Become

Sitting on my bed, when i got home, i grabbed the knife and started to dig. Deeper and deeper it goes. I keep laughing knowing the pain you'll go Through once you find out you drove me to the edge. Suddenly i begin to cry, looking at what I've become. I use to be the happiest person, always smiling, never crying. What have i become death has surrounded me and has chosen not to leave. This is it's home until i am underground, then it will find a new victim to break and bury just like me.