(2013)
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
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
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
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
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane