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.
YOU ARE READING
Heat
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM, CUTTING; SELF HARM, SUICIDE; LANGUAGE, CUSSING; This poem is very long. It is basically an entire story written in poem form. Please tell me what you think.