my grave
Everyone else lays dead in a grave,
My came a lot sooner,then theirs.
My grave was my body, myself,my mind.
I was my own prison as I was my own grave.
I criticized everything I said or did,it ran through my head
Like a broken record.
Asking myself what could you have done differently
To make them like you or to accept you
So I barried myself inside,never showed my true side
Only the fake side I pretended to be
As I said my goodbyes silently inside
Though no one heard my crys.
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