The depression came and ate my shoes
I couldn’t paint music out of singing the blues
I was so low in the depths 
But my open heart just accepts 
Everything that comes my way
The people tell me it will be okay
But I just want to die
(Though I wouldn’t advise you try)
The glass went paper thin on the window
I just think of him though
And I run down to the track
And scream to the sky to bring him back
I collapse to the red ground
And though no one can hear the sound
At seven a.m.
I confess I can’t feel this way again
So I pick myself up and get the train home
I don’t trust myself with being alone
And I know something is setting in motion
I can feel the hands come to slap the lotion
On wounds they imagine are there
And I just can’t make myself care
As they puppeteer the stings
Never knowing they are clipping wings
As the bird strains against her cage
And somewhere far away the boy rage
I can feel him pound against the cell
And someone mentions that he’s not well
On that black wall
I just feel myself fall
Into an open abyss 
And somewhere in the darkness we kiss
Confused by the stranglehold
Enchanted by fields of gold
That are etched somewhere in the deep
A forever that will keep
Until the sun breaks anew
I could never forget you
And gradually, slowly, the tide recedes
They say I’m cured and she believes 
That the therapy had come to fruition
It just provided me with more ammunition
To shoot myself with
And my friend tells me that he can be a dick
I know I can’t live in a universe where that is true
So I cut myself off from you
And find that man in my soul
You know the place where we are whole
Playing with carpenter’s toys in the sun
Knowing that we have found the one 
And he’s so focused on the play
He doesn’t notice me looking at him that way
So endearing and so real
I don’t think he knows how I feel
About the boy I met in the sea
Somehow, I saw a reflection of me 
In the ocean that pulses below the surface
He just says he’s something life curses
As he looks into his pain
And that nobody would know how to do it again
So I take his hands for a second time
I can make a secret rhyme