(2015)
#Depression
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle