What I Buried To Become Me

I built a home out of hollow bones
Slept in the ache I called my own
Buried the light where no one could see
And prayed the dark would set me free

I dug a grave for who I was
Beneath the weight of just because
Now every scar's a map I read
To find the ghost I used to be

What I buried to become me
Wasn't pretty, wasn't clean
It was love I couldn't carry
And dreams that split at the seams
I'm not proud of every ending
But I'm breathing finally
So don't ask me to unearth what I buried to become me

I kept the notes you never read
Folded beneath the words I said
I wore your silence like a crown
And let it pull me further down

I dug a grave for who I was
Beneath the weight of just because
Now every scar's a map I read
To find the ghost I used to be

What I buried to become me
Wasn't pretty, wasn't clean
It was love I couldn't carry
And dreams that split at the seams
I'm not proud of every ending
But I'm breathing finally
So don't ask me to unearth what I buried to become me

I lit a match to my old reflection
Watched it burn with no objection
If healing means forgetting
Then I'll forget with conviction

What I buried to become me
Wasn't pretty, wasn't clean
It was love I couldn't carry
And dreams that split at the seams
I'm not proud of every ending
But I'm breathing finally
So don't ask me to unearth what I buried to become me

I'm not the same
I'm not sorry
I'm the wreckage
Turned to poetry