buried aliveMature

When it comes down
to do or die, to
yes or no, to make or break
you're stuck at home
with heartache & whiskey
& no one to call your own.

Don't tell me you're surprised,
we all know a little better now.
You left your diagram,
step by step, how to figure it out.
So now you sit in your apartment,
enough you didn't say to pay the rent.

So this is what it's like.
[What it's like to be buried alive].

The End

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