Buried Alive
What would happen if no one knew I was still living?
Put in a whole meant for only one, me.
Clawing at the tomb where I was laid to rest for eternity.
My sanity slowly starts decaying.
My breathing becomes more shallow; no way out.
No one knows that this is how I feel everyday,
Like I’ve been buried alive.
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