(2013)
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
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
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
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
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
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
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’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