I Buried Myself Alive Poem by Prince ....

The vines constrict my grave stone
The tree grows into me
Leaning in to hear my cries
Only muffled whispers escape the ground
Sweet sacrifice is what i was made
My heart still lives on
With the pain of knowing im gone
They still live on
Trying to smile and laugh like nothings wrong
I didnt think i would hurt anymore
But the pain is still with me
Everyone is weeping
But why?
I didnt think anyone would care
If i buried myself alive