(2013)
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
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,
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
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
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
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
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
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act