Grave Digger

My body today is a grave sight and the marks on my skin represent things I've chose to bury.Today my mind will cycle through moods and remind me that I am not sane, but its days like this that I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him why I buried things and let them decompose into my blood stream but maybe that´s why I dwell in the past some days. I used to build graves in my leg deep enough to hold my baggage but now I have grave stones all over my body because after all you always want to remember the things you´ve lost. 

Some nights he enters my thoughts and creeps down to my lungs making it hard to breathe. Some nights when he stays silent I think about digging him a grave by all the other things I've lost, because if I dig a grave and keep him there I wont ever lose the memory of him. 


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