(2013)
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
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
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
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
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
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
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people