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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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