In the quiet of my studio, I begin again,
Chisel in hand, marble before me...
I bet you tell her she’s cute the same way you...
But her naivety won’t last forever with you...
Broken Pieces
Shattered glass plastered upon the pavement...
You’re living in a haunted house.
I bet you still pull my hair out of your shower...
The ocean calls to me -
Her siren song so captivatingly harmonious...
You ask what depression’s like for me, and I try...
how it comes in a myriad of shapes and shades...
Your anger and frustration
Are palpable...
My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor...
How many lights have disappeared now?
An endless world of darkness and no light...
You will never make yourself look better by...
Even though that is by far your favorite tactic to...
Don’t you hither about love girl
Don’t you worry about the craic...
“Wait for better days."
I hear it again and again...