Sony

Bury me

And bury me deep

Decorate my grave with all the lies

Decorate my grave with the dead flowers born of the fear and horrors you instilled in me

Bury me so deep that I don’t even exist in your mind

So deep that when you walk by me you don’t recognize me but think of me fleetingly as if that woman reminds you of a ghost from a far off memory

When you take my identity, of who I am to the core and you play with it, twist it with your perception not even based on one true experience of me and lies which you may actually believe but are not based in reality you have killed my true essence, for you hold a warped reality of what and who I am

If you actually knew me you wouldn’t tell people lies that you make up to comfort yourself from my rejection of your abhorrent behaviour and treatment of me but never you

So now you own me you think by talking about me to the world posting stories about me to your troops which aren’t based in anything pure or real, Thing is I’m still here, I’m just hiding from the monsters

It’s ok, I’m used to it

The darkest parts of myself that I keep hidden scream out without a warning when you threaten my safety and the truth of my existence

Then they will reflect the feelings and reactions that transpired in myself for so long but I kept bottled up to shield you from the exact poison you kept feeding me

In protecting you from my wrath for as long as I did I thought I was doing you a favour but it seems I have been unkind to myself I have not been protecting myself

So please bury me as deep as you can so I no longer exist

I will lie as silent as a heart that no longer beats

As silent as a spider weaving it’s beautiful web

Then when I am buried so deep you have completely forgotten me I will rise from the dead and when I see you again you won’t recognize me but I’ll recognize you and walk past you as if you were a ghost that once haunted me but can no longer feel me, sense my existence, smell my fragrance