Buried

by erin   Apr 27, 2005


I wake up in a box.
Covered up with a million rocks.
It’s all so dark,
I can no longer hear my screaming heart.

Music is playing up above.
People crying like they actually loved.
It makes me so mad.
Everyone pretending like they’re sad.

Then there’s this funny sorta feeling.
Someone takes me up to the ceiling.
I’m looking down upon my grave.
These people I would have never forgave.

Why did they even come?
Omg they’re so fcking dumb!
Not one of them ever wiped away a tear.
Because of them I lived my life in fear.

I turn my face and fly away.
I waited so long for this day,
Finally free from my living hell.
It’s time I get to be myself.

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