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

The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts

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’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

In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear

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,

Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset

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

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

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

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

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

People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,