My shovel and my grave

i'm burying the description in this one

I dig my own resting place, come over, come see
This is where my ideas have brought me
Who could've guessed? not me

I dig and dig and dig and dig like I'm sparring with the ground
Lost all hope in this world, so maybe in the one down below can my happiness be found
Come close let me tell you what they will write on my tombstone
"Here rests the blockhead whose stubbornness is thicker than bone"
"Here rests yet another one of those who waited, but no one waited for"
"Here shall sleep another one of those whom life shook him so much down to his very core"
And I would have them write more but hey, budget problems
Even in damn death money still follows, a fact so annoying I can't even fathom

Huhh never mind, it's not like ranting helps much now when I'm like this does it?
And anyway, it's not the first time, just look behind you this is not the first grave I dug, that's far from it
I guess my way of venting is taking this shovel and just going at it like crazy

Alright, guess I had my "fun" and now it's time to "behave"
I'll go back home have some orange juice, punch a wall, and just stare at my shovel, praying it'll be long before digging the next grave

Though really...rather than myself, i wish i could bury my worries and problems in those graves, i've dug a lot after all
The things that i can't change, i wish i could just throw them there and never look back at all