(2013)
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
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
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
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
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
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset