Never Missing Something More

Never Missing Something More; Wiping blood and glass from the floor. Not to mention those sunken dreams, Which crawl and scratch inside my skin. Never regretting something less; Take my curse and say I am blessed. Not to speak; just to appear Like everyone else all smiles and cheer. Never seeking something new; Simply survive, simply make it through. Not to branch to find your peace, To pray somehow to find release. Never expecting a list'ning ear To come too close, to call you Dear. Not to let words slip from lips, Although truth inside - it tears and rips.