(2013)
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze