(2013)
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
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,
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
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
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
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
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,
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
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
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies