Closed off, mind is off afar,

Wanting to know why we are.

The way we are.

We’re so cold in world so hot.

Nothing left but this boiling pot.

The mess it has left is nothing more than the remnants of losing control of thoughts.

Fate cannot be bought

And if it could I’d swear we’d have the best life anyone would ever want

I digress. This is still a big mess.

Tonight has caused uproar. Crashes loud as a lion’s roar.

Other days seemed so wonderful, the sky was blue and thoughts would soar.

But, we’re closed off minds off afar.

Wishing we weren’t the way we are.

So much potential yet feeling blue.

A perfect role-model too.

Such a shame what this girl is going through.

My heart goes out to you. A trooper you will be, and yes, this is true to me.

You’ve been put through hell, all by a boy.

Who simply thought you were a play toy.

Well here’s news to them all, they’re going to fall,

And one day you’ll be on top of them all.

So if you read this, I hope you say what you think about it.
:D