to let go
Bury your dead best friend. bury your dead best friend.
1 scoop of the shovel
1 stroke of the mud
i said i wouldnt cry anymore now im drowning in a flood
flash flood couldnt get away in time
i feel like i commited a crime by still being alive
he was in his prime, he was in his feelings, i was into myself, now im paying the price
life slips through my fingertips like rice, my throat is closing like a vice.
1 scoop of the shovel
1 stroke of the mud
why am i still here
This poem is about:
Me
My family