Six feet is only skin deep
To be buried
So shallow beneath the grounds you stand
Shaking
I ask you
Why now?
I gave you everything and you dared to reciprocate in a way from which I would not recover
Returned my feelings like a gift
They were
But not to be returned
To be given back
Unwanted
Was the company you chose to keep and I repeat it to myself
From this day forward
I will lock the doors
The windows you wanted me to climb through
It's a sickness
Yes
And I cannot cure you
And I will not be a victim
