(2013)
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
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
I want to be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
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
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
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 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
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
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
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze