(2013)
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
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 want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
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
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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,
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
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