I walk along the boardwalk, above what i've promised is a sea. Then why cant i hear the waves? Why cant i smell the salt in the air? I'ts because its not a sea. I'm not about to drown myself in tears. I'm not about to sink myself in sorrow. I'm going to burn myself alive, so i can force myself to weep. ((this poem makes no sense. the message i tried to convey sucks cause no one will understand it))