(2013)
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
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’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 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
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
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
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes