I’ve got nothing left, I am nothing, I’ve always been nothing. Like you said, I might as well not even be around.

Now that she’s in the ground, it’s where I belong, too. She was pretty, she was nice, she was charismatic, I was always the hanger on, the third wheel.

I’m wretched and decaying. I’m miserable and cringe to be around. You said it; I finally heard you. I believe you, you’re right. Let’s get this over with.

Ok, so I get out of the grave. Where am I supposed to go? There’s no one around for me to be with. She kept the home. She made sure I ate and had clean clothes. You’re going to do that? You don’t even like me.

Come on, man, you don’t even have to work that hard to bury me. I’m in the hole. I’ve got my feet stuck in the dirt. I’m scooting down as deep as I can. All you have to do is throw a couple shovels of dirt on me and I’ll go to sleep and that will be it.

Look, it’s raining. I’m going to sink down into this mud and you can go home and forget about me like you’ve always wanted to. The muck is swallowing me. Just leave. That’s all you’ve ever done, is leave me to suffer and writhe in agony while you can’t lift a finger.

Get off me. Don’t touch me. Let go!!! Come on, man, this isn’t what I want. Don’t … don’t pull me out of here. I’m covered in dirt. Just leave me.

Are you crying? I’m crying too.

I… I forgive you. I’m sorry too. Ok, ok, let’s go. I don’t want to be in this hole anymore.