(2013)
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
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
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
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
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset