Buried Alive
I’ve buried my heart
to die alive
I wish
I was hyped
for tomorrow to come
but I’m
frozen, numb inside
burning in the light
the warmth of their smiles
no
I know it’s not
nobody’s fault but mine
alone
my eyes have dimmed
the eraser’s lost
its once sharp edge
I pretend
that’s how it’s always been
since I’ve buried my heart
and forgotten how to live.
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