This feeling is synonymous
to being buried alive
Dirt caught in my throat
Rotting my words
Weighing down my sense
Of right and wrong
Saying one thing
Thinking another
I have no idea what
Is happening
Why this is going on
Again
Hoping underground is dangerous
No one is there to hear you
Cry or think
Doing the dangerous things
To keep me alive
Is what I do best
So I will crawl out of this
Burning hole
That is so close to hell
I will fall into your arms
Hoping you will catch me
Without hiding a knife behind
Your back
Like always
There is a front door leading
To my mind
you have locked it
I cannot get in


You cannot get out