Buried alive.
Left here to wilt
unable to thrive

this grave isn't shallow
And neither am I
Perhaps that's the reason they didn't wait
for me to die

I have no use for your status on the social scale
What matters to me is
Just a bit
More frail

I couldn't care less what sports you play
What gen iphone you have
or what expensive gift you got on your last birthday

I value the parts one can't see
nor rate
The deeper parts
you wouldn't dare to share on a first date

Things like your past
The places that have scared you
the people who have left their scar
The emotions that make you human
The experiences that make you who you are