MORES

Another broken line I lay on a beach made of the past Another poet dying in a hurt that just won't last Another day I'm prayin', on another day alone Another broken moment, just Another broken moment I must carry on my own The truth it didn't set me free, I am still locked down The truth is nothin' you can see The truth is nothin' you can see So why keep it around I choke on hurtful memories, I vomit at your face I wish that you were dead sometimes, but memories won't erase I have no one to show this to, I can't always be broke I guess I'll just keep holding on I guess I'll just keep holding on To the pointlessness of hope I feel bad for writing this, I feel like I can't grieve Is crying just unthankfulness 'n bleeding showing greed I just want some happiness, more than in my head Some loving, caring gentleness, without a fear of dread I wish that I could think ahead, a future without clouds Where I could turn the volume up Where I could turn the volume up And live my life out loud I wish I had the honor of passing Christmas day Or any other holiday that you took all away I hate that you still make me write you somewhere in a poem But I don't know how I can think and not drive past your home Maybe I should end these words, they come out all deformed I guess it won't make sense to you I guess it won't make sense to you, no I guess it won't make sense to you I guess it won't make sense to you That this is just my norm