(2013)
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
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 be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
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
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
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink