(2013)
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
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
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
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
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
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
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,