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

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

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

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

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

Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something

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

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

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

The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts

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