(2013)
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 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
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
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
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
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
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something