Deep, Dark, and Depressing Poems

The Grave

That secret that you had to share,

Got those bullies in my hair,

They said that I should go and die,

Yet I already have met my demise.

I've already left this world,

This cruel cruel world,

Yet I am reliving my death,

By being a ghost and watching my life fly by like sticks in a fire.

So if you could of taken that secret,

And you could of protected me...

But as you see....

I've already been to the grave...