(2013)
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
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
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
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
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
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
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 a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it