(2013)
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
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
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
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
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
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
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
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes