dig a hole

I dig my hole that I thought have gold and total happiness. I dug and dug my hole. I shovel full of pain and sadness. In my shovel I hear cry in pain. I did not not listen to the screens every shovel full of pain. Shovel of pain turn into small mountain of agony. The holes I dig got deeper and deeper. Day past I still dig the same grave I am. Years past by me and I'm digging a pain of heartbeat. I put half a shovel in the heart. A big, scary voice said to me. Stop. I look around me and the was there. The voice speak again. Don't you hear the screams of the mountain you dig. And you cry form you love one. Did you see that it got darker like night. If you put that last shovel full pain. Their you no turning back. You be gone. So I stop. The vice of whizzed say to climb it and fell the hole you made. And I make you hole and more.