My Grave


I dug the hole
Deep in the ground
You approached behind me
Without any sound
You carried some wood
A few rusty nails
We looked in the hole,
About six feet down
I took a step in
And you pushed me on down
You tossed in the wood
And threw on the lid
You hammer it down
And left me laying there
Being gone without a single sound.

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When I was trying to get out of an emotionally abusive relationship it often felt as though I was digging my own grave and as if he kept shoving my down into it. It was a really hard thing for me to escape at the time so I just constantly felt like I was being buried alive.