I start to dig a hole.
                              Inch by inch,
Deeper into the dirt of my life.
      The hole is 5 feet 1 inches long.
It is 7 feet deep.
Deep enough, so I can't get myself out.
      You are standing above me.
                                                      Watching
       Telling me, you love me.
                              The dirt gets harder to dig
My arms start to ache
       You tell me you can make it easier.
I throw dirt at you,
                               just to see if you'd have a reaction for once.
All you do is smile,
                               Wipe the dirt from your face
"Start to serenade me with your words, please"
              I'm begging now.
Again, you tell me you love me.
The sunlight beats down at my back.
              I'm burning.
I can't help think, that I'm digging a hole to hell.
                                 And I'm almost there.
You tell me to stop
               Actually offer down your hand.
I wipe the sweat from my brow,
for a second consider getting out.
             Instead,
                          Order you to take the shovel.
                          Ignore your condescending gesture.
Lay down,
                   and watch as I'm buried in your good intentions.