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The Day You Dig My Grave

Hanging on a sleek whim,
Your options are very limited,
You heart is scarred, shouldn’t you be getting
Ready to dig my grave?

You always told me that I shouldn’t be
So trustworthy, so
Flirtatious.

You tell me to look into the mirror,
Take a deep breath and see
What a
Whore
I am.


You never listened to me…
(never)
And when I asked you to hear me out
Just once,
Just one time, you’ll change your opinion
On me, I promise you.


The day you dig my grave,
The day you look at me and see that what you did was
Unforgivable,
I dare you to stare into my mirror
And see the damage you’ve caused.

On the day you dig my grave,
The day you turn your cold back on me to become
Someone I don’t know, will be the day
That you loose me forever.

The day,
That day,
One day,
You will see what a mistake can do to
One whore,
Or whatever you called me behind my back.


Were my words a stinging
Poison, that you thought you couldn’t believe me
When I said I loved you,
Was it such a
Sin?

To me, if you may,
The sin was a beautiful thought,
A beautiful feeling,
A beautiful way to just say goodbye…

The day you dig my grave
Will be the day I turn my back on you,
The day that I forever see what a
Liar
You were….


The day you dig my grave,
I want you to embrace these words like they
Were your life line to
Sanity,
I want you to hear me out,
I don’t believe in saying goodbye,
But to you, I must.


And now, a muddy T-shirt,
Muddy baggy jeans, bloody face,
You finally begin to dig my grave.


You never listened.

Nor would you ever.

I love you,
Yet, suicide took me in,
Like a comforting hug.

And with such passion,
You leaned down and pressed your
Toxic lips to my own
One last time.


Dig my grave, gravedigger,
Smile,
Laugh,
Remember that you were all I wanted.
And all I really hoped for.

Goodbye


Written by Samantha Mikolajczak