Depression is real
weird thoughts live in my head...
I am nothing
Flaws sewn together...
That time again,
The time that keeps spinning...
You know, I have a lot of weird thoughts
I always think about them, no matter what...
Time does not bring relief
the lies you have told...
In the early hours of the morning
I am mourning...
I wonder if an unusual flock of white crowned...
Were there that day, that fateful day...
A note escaped the violin
to forever wander...
Plagued images
of rapture, torment...
I recall now the colored shells
Strewn cross the beach of Sanibel...
Loving you is so easy,
of all the people out there, how could I be so...
I waited in the early summer sun
for you to arrive...