I hope for more
But i know there will only ever be less
Inside out im a mess
Emotions stuffed too deep like my fat finger down my throat
Im vomiting sadness because I crave starvation
It makes the circles under my eyes look like grey moons
I was always told that the moon was a beautiful thing
Like hip bones
And something about the darkness makes me want to sing
Ill scream about the days i couldn't stand myself
You see... you aren't heard in the night
So we tell our secrets to nothingness in hopes we can accept
But black holes don't make exceptions
still... i hope for more.