Burried Alive By Robert Simmons
I live in a casket.
I was slowly buried under the earth’s soil.
My soul has passed, but my body is alive.
All surrounding me is darkness.
I am cold. I am in pain. I am helpless.
My voice has been silenced after a year of screaming for help.
I am running out of air.
I cannot breathe, my body slowly suffocating.
I cannot forget the face of the person who put me here. Robert Simmons.
I must accept that this is my home now and this is the state in which my body will perish.
Motionless and speechless, my tears have their own mind and flow continuously.
My fighting feels useless.
Noone hears me.
He told the lie that I took my own life and no matter how much I called for help, noone listened.
So here I am, forever in this casket.
My soul dead, body alive, but slowly dying.
I fall asleep wishing for peace and this nightmare to end until I wake up and live it all over again.
Copyright © Emily Pascale | Year Posted 2020
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