(2013)
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
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’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
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
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
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 pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act