The heart of a poet

Six feet under

I opened my eyes to the sound of nothing but the Earth
In the back of my head a memory of a hearse
Replayed the clip of my funeral
Now it's all over
But am I really dead?
The happy ending like in the books I had read?
But it can't be because I'm still breathing
Two days under and everyones already done grieving
Now I shed a tear because now I wish I really was dead
Guess now I know how much I really meant...