Burying Me Alive
You don't know how this feels,
the pain compacting my chest,
the pressure bearing down,
laying my heart to rest.
Ashes and dust assail me,
filling my aching throat,
gasping and flailing, a drowning man
unable to keep afloat.
I feel I'm in a grave
whilst dirt is shovelled down,
covering up my face and eyes
consigned to the cold, cold ground.
I cannot breathe without you,
I don't know how to survive,
the thought you don't love me
is burying me alive...
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