(2013)
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
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
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
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
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
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
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
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,