Bury The Hatchet

I woke in a bed that wasn't mine
No mattress no blanket no sign of time
Just dust through my nose
Suffocating slow
Like every breath was a question I wasn't allowed to know
Six feet deep axe at my side
But no wood no steel just something that wouldn't die
Birch, oak, sequoia, maybe
A tree of silence that grew from maybe baby
I knocked but nothing cracked
I screamed but nothing screamed back
You stood on top of the grave I called home
But no name on the stone
Was it me that died
Or the version you owned
Bury the hatchet
But not in my back
Carve it in stone
Let the dead parts crack
I don't know what died that day
The me you loved or the one I threw away
No name on the grave just echoes and shame
Tell me who the fuck's to blame
You watched from the surface like it never meant shit
My fists were bloodied my throat was split
You smiled like I belonged to the dirt
Like being forgotten was some kind of rebirth
The box it was memory
Lined in guilt
And every inch I sank was proof of what we built
Not a coffin
But a curse
A love story rewritten in reverse
You stood on top of the grave I called home
But no name on the stone
Was it me that died
Or the part you disowned
Bury the hatchet
But not in my spine
Leave it in dirt
Let the roots intertwine
I don't know what died that day
The me you loved or the one I betrayed
No name on the grave just echoes and shame
Tell me who the fuck's to blame
This grave is mine
But I'm still breathing
Call it resurrection
Call it screaming
Call it revenge
Call it a correction
But I dug my way out
With no direction
Bury the hatchet
But not in my back
I left it behind
With the love that cracked
I don't know what died that day
But it wasn't me I walked away
No name on the grave just echoes and shame
But now I know who's to blame