(2013)
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,
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
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
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
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 want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
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
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes