(2013)
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
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
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
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
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
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes