Buried

No one
ever
loved me
like you

And now
I’ve lost
it all

So with
no one
left to
turn to

Towards
the hole
I crawl

Better Off Dead

Sometimes
I
wonder,

Is
this all
there is?

Just
boredom,
emptiness

And your
endless
bullshit?

I couldn’t
think of
anything
nicer,

Than to be
somewhere
else
instead.

Far from
all the
anxiety
and pain,

And your
words
plaguing
my head.