Rearview
Maybe I shouldn't leave home at such a young age,
but I just can't bear anymore of these tears.
It's time I get on my way to healing,
and the healing begins behind the wheel.
Cause I'm on my way to freedom,
blasting every country song.
Chasing the happiness I once knew,
it's been gone for far too long.
The sadness and the tears are in every poem I write,
but writing won't do to release this hurt tonight.
Here I am tonight instead,
I'm running from my past,
it's all I've ever known,
my childhood flew by way too fast.
Forced to grow up way too soon,
and now I'm reaching for an escape.
An escape from the clutches
of my father's many mistakes.
As much as I know I'll miss the good memories,
that's exactly what they are.
I just have to get behing the wheel,
and drive until I'm free.
I'm headed towards all I ever dreamed of,
trying not to give into my fears.
Remembering that anything is better
than the hurt I've been through here.
This house holds all the hurtful memories,
the scars from all the words,
each and every broken promise,
buried here in the dirt.
I'm wrestling with my heart and my head,
what am I supposed to do?
When I can't keep myself from wondering if it can change.
But the years of endless hurt should be proof,
I know exactly what I need to do.
I'll conquer my fears and leave the past in my rearview.
I'm sorry, I've tried for so long,
but my cries remain unheard.
And after all these years of being let down,
my heart can't handle your words.
I'm driving down that driveway,
away from that house,
I see you come racing out.
But I've got to leave the past,
including you.
The last memory I have is you in my rearview.
Copyright: D.Louise of Heart On My Sleeve & Hell On The Heart Poems
Maybe I shouldn't leave home at such a young age,
but I just can't bear anymore of these tears.
It's time I get on my way to healing,
and the healing begins behind the wheel.
Cause I'm on my way to freedom,
blasting every country song.
Chasing the happiness I once knew,
it's been gone for far too long.
The sadness and the tears are in every poem I write,
but writing won't do to release this hurt tonight.
Here I am tonight instead,
I'm running from my past,
it's all I've ever known,
my childhood flew by way too fast.
Forced to grow up way too soon,
and now I'm reaching for an escape.
An escape from the clutches
of my father's many mistakes.
As much as I know I'll miss the good memories,
that's exactly what they are.
I just have to get behing the wheel,
and drive until I'm free.
I'm headed towards all I ever dreamed of,
trying not to give into my fears.
Remembering that anything is better
than the hurt I've been through here.
This house holds all the hurtful memories,
the scars from all the words,
each and every broken promise,
buried here in the dirt.
I'm wrestling with my heart and my head,
what am I supposed to do?
When I can't keep myself from wondering if it can change.
But the years of endless hurt should be proof,
I know exactly what I need to do.
I'll conquer my fears and leave the past in my rearview.
I'm sorry, I've tried for so long,
but my cries remain unheard.
And after all these years of being let down,
my heart can't handle your words.
I'm driving down that driveway,
away from that house,
I see you come racing out.
But I've got to leave the past,
including you.
The last memory I have is you in my rearview.
Copyright: D.Louise of Heart On My Sleeve & Hell On The Heart Poems
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