(2013)
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
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 try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
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
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
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
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
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,
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes