Life created a mass of disappointment
A wave of excitement lost in the wings of regret
Life is like a book that should be kept
Every chapter so diverse
Some look at it backwards in reverse
But your friends chose to abuse, cheat and use you
Others look on it as a story of chaos
Weapons of mass destruction broken down to you in words
Words so deadly it created a mass of chaos across the universe
Spoken in reverse, looked upon like a Demon's curse
Shattered face misplaced with rage, hate, and anger
The soul caught a cold, and you become a lone ranger
Your heart was trying to protect you while the mind was ridiculing you
Tears became your only inspiration, until there was nothing left to inspire
Thoughts killed your spirit, until it killed you
After contemplating with fate, you slowly withered and died
Yours truly:
Your mind.