6 feet under

 

There is no healing after someone dies.

But they keep trying and their trying lies.

6 foot under and still broken,

Still broken by them.

They mocked you right into oblivion,

Then forgot their crudeness to mourn.

6 foot under and forgotten,

Forgotten memories.

Regret does not keep people breathing.

They were horrible and there is no denying,

But empathy gets buried 6 feet under.

I wish someone told you you were magnificent.

I wish someone told you to stay.

But they took all they could from you

And watch you fade.

You were dollar signs and unmolded clay.

A raw talent that they could just chip away.

Buried hopes and still moments

Still haunting our minds.

You were made of everything left behind.

Wasting away in the arms of everything unkind.

Buried hopes and wasted dreams.

Wasting away dreams.

Cigarette butts in empty bathtubs

Setting light to old movie stubs.

Remember our buried hopes?

I wish someone told you you were beautiful 

I wish someone told you the way

But you went back to black

And they got paid.

I wish someone told you you could live.

That you don’t need to give everything.

Tears don’t need to dry on their own.

Waiting for another sting.