Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back

Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something

Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze

Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people

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

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

You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence

My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane

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

I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies

In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes

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

To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far