Turn and turn and turn again,
I saw the start but not the end.
Living roses, 
bloody words, 
people turn to perish your love.
To end up dead, 
to rot in hell. 

The world speaks of itself, 
The Earth is the one getting hurt. 
The people are the ones suffering, 
the people are the ones causing it as well.

Dress up and Barbie dolls are not my thing.
Video games and sneakers are more of my game.
Friends of other gender and races are what I love.
Judgement and haters are what I try to love. 

I trust in God and also pop, 
music is all; 
that's enough for a lot.

Family and friends,  
I try to love, 
Sometimes I fail, 
as they hurt me with words. 

Books are the things that saved me now, 
Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games
Divergent, I am Number Four and loads to name.
They are the things that distract me, from the huge parasites in my mind, 
that threaten to eat me axlive, 
while I'm racing against time.

How does it feel, 
to get a glimpse of my mind? 
I'm quite a decent person, 
till you touch my food and die. 

xAndreaTx