(2013)
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
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
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
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’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
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
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
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,