Brynn Fier

Six Feet Below - Poem by Brynn Fier

I'm writing this story
From six feet below
You're all here for me
This is my show

Don't stand at my grave and weep
I'm up playing in the stars
Remember when I was real
Not my mask of scars

I couldn't rid my mask
'Till I rid all of me
Thos blank eyes
See something no one else can see

I see through my blood
I see past my tears
I look past you
Leave behind all my fears

I couldn't be alive
'Till after I was gone
Don't cry for me
Sing me a song

I'm not worth your tears
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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