(2013)
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
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’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 walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison