Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze

Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back

In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes

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

In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear

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 walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies

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

You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence

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

My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane

To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far