I'm six feet under,
with no one to blame but myself
I should have known,
that life would be this hard
Six feet under,
With no one to hold my bleeding heart
The dirt that showers down on me
my stress, my worries,
pains and fears
Six feet under,
with only the dirt to dry my tears
Here I hide, underneath my mask
Hiding everything but my smile
while sitting underground about a mile
I'm six feet under,
with no one to blame but myself
I should have known,
that life would be this hard
Six feet under,
With no one to hold my bleeding heart
A rope thrown down my my angel
to drag me out of revelation
a rope to save me from this pit I've dug
out of desperation
Pains, fears
only dirt to dry my tears
Stress, moans
the only things I've ever known\
Fighting the battles
of those that I trust
never thought I'd be the one to end up in the dust
face down, heart torn
Fake masks, battle worn
I'm six feet under,
with no one to blame but myself
I should have known
the grave is dug by my hands alone
Six feet under,
With only the dirt to call my home
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Not my best, but there is a lot of thoughts woven in to it. It was originally written as a song, but I don't think it would make a very good one. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this piece.
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