Buried Alive

I buried myself alive
The walls of this grave
Are slick with self loathing
 
Every word they say
Every insult and criticism
Is another shovel of dirt
Onto my clammy body
 
I claw without moving
I scream without noise
They wouldn't hear
Anyway
They never do
 
I buried myself alive
To be dead to pain
Dead to all
 
But instead here I am
Consumed with it
Pain pulsing
It's alive
 
Slithering over me
And under
Binding me tight
My voice sucked out
Leaving me empty
 
In the place of all
That is good
Comes pain
 
Pain, pain, pain
Filling my every limb
I couldn't lift a finger
Even if I tried
 
And I don't try
Because you see
I buried myself alive
To be rid of the pain
But instead
 
I buried myself alive
Never knowing
The pain is inside
 

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