You don’t like to share your stories
No one asks anymore
History forgotten.

By everyone but you
Your past must have been painful
For you to have to go through
One day, when you’re ready
If you ever are
Walk with me on the beach
Under that daytime star
And wash your insides out
Empty them to me
Use and abuse my ear
Spit it out in screams and swears
Purge that **** right onto me
Demand to us both that you are free
Confessions made to the sea