(2013)
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
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
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
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
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
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,
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear