Heat

Her mind is a cage.

The blood runs hot.

The heat fuels her rage.

She thinks she's something

That she's not.

He knows something's wrong,

But knows better than to pry.

But his thoughts go on and on

And soon he sees her

Begin to cry.

He goes to comfort her,

But she's smarter than that.

Soon the rest is a blur

Nobody knows what happened

But the boy in the hat.

She told him her thoughts.

She knew he meant well.

But as he showed her his cuts,

The tears once again

Began to swell.

There is nothing worse

Than being depressed.

You end up in a hearse,

And all people care about

Is how well you're dressed.

To that she said "Fuck it!"

She didn't care what they said.

She didn't want to kick the bucket.

Even if recovery

Was worse than they said.

Her thoughts tore her apart,

But she found a way to win.

She had known it from the start.

In way of progress, the boy in the hat

Was actually her twin.

They stopped and started

At almost the same time.

Each day the thoughts were thwarted

And other sounds

Began to chime.

She began to recover

And soon they were scars.

She had news for the other

But the boy in the hat

Had been chased by two cars.

They were racing

Down the highway.

The boy was pacing.

He left a note saying,

"I died my way."

The cars weren't speeding.

They were going at a legal pace.

The signs, the cars were heeding.

It was too late to stop

When into the street he raced.

When she heard the news,

She couldn't believe

The boy that healed the bruise

Had made the decision

That he wanted to leave.

This just proves

That looks can deceive.

The girl had to move.

Sometimes, those you trust,

Their words you can't believe.