There have been many stories told
Countless poems and prose written
About the forgotten ones
To those spirits and souls
Who laugh and cry
And tells everything’s alright
I say without contempt nor
Doubt
“You don’t have to hide.”

To each one fighting their way
Out
Of an abyss of their own fates
“It’s not too late.”

Each brawl with your inner demons
Every lesson along the way
Every corner, every junction
Every turn you had to take
Turning left

Right around the corner
Each sober faces you had seen
Still drunk
With the thought of what could have been
And all those moments you could have
shared, but
You are still alive

Yes, you are still there
And tomorrows another day

i don't miss you because you treated me like dirt
i just felt so hurt,
we had good times
but being honest you committed too many crimes

i don't miss you because you made me feel alone
you'd say i always moan
but did you ever think that i was saying something other than white noise
people would say they're just boys
but did you ever listen
as i opened the gates to my mind
or were you just blind and resigned

i don't miss you
but i keep falling through the same avenue
i don't know what i am supposed to do
but i know i'm through with you

i don't miss you
but why am i the one who feels numb
whilst you haunt my night
and rob me of my hindsight
because in the sunlight
i don't miss you,  but at midnight
all i seem to write about is how much i miss you with my spite