(2013)
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
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
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
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’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
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
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
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something