(2013)
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
Walking talking depression Who’s too big around the waist Saying you’re messed up But what I’ll never understand Is how you think that you’re
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming
I want to be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it
I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise