Buried Alive

With all this stress
in this shitty life.
Jumping from one
mess to another.
Scared of all the
things that has to
fit.

No one to share all
this suffering pain.
I clench my fist
and wish for the
best. To end my life
I thought I might.
Yet here I stand
tell the very end.

Wished to disappear
and told to never
come back. All the
hurtful things said
by the little voice
inside your head.

Feeling empty searching
for the light, to leave
this god for sacred
life. I grab the
blade to end my
pain.

Slicing away whats
left of me. I hit the
vein and cry out
"Yay Freedom!" it numbs
my pain and kills my
senses. Freeing my
mind and body.

I wake up in a
dark enclosed space.
The air fading away
with each gasping
breath. Seeping through
the cracks is no
light and only dirt
and dust.

Scratching at the
wood getting splitters
with each and every
move. Screaming and
yelling but no one
can hear me. Buried
6 feet below.

Losing continuousness
with every breath.
Closing my eyes
and I let myself
slip away. All because
I was buried alive.