Wishing for 6 feet under

That's how it is
Never wish you were me
I don't own your jealousy

It belongs to the ones
deep under ground
with dirt in their mouths
never to make another sound

their eyes dried out
worms in their head
their heart has stopped
because they are dead

It breaks my heart
that you want this now
you want it badly
you just don't know how

so now, you stay
hiding from your fears
and letting loose
of all your tears.