(2013)
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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
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
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
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
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
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,
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
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
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