I was known as someone else before,
Now I am someone unknown.
I am the same girl with a huge social life,
But now there's no one to hold me.
I shatter like broken glass,
No one's there to hear the sound.
I walk on my broken pieces of life.
My feet over a pool of my blood.
no one remembers me now
because for the world I am resting in my grave.
No one knows that even souls can understand pain.
All alone in my coffin,
crying for help.
Buried alive from my heart is what I am.
No one hears me when I scream.
I am trying to get out,
But the soul is leaving my body behind.
I think it's time for me to go back to sleep and rest for eternity.
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