(2013)
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,
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
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
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
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes