If you want to see me look through my crystal ball. You won't enjoy what you see, it would terrify you if you look into my crystal ball. You would see my soul; which is covered by cracks. You would see what's left of my broken heart; which is locked up by ice. Most of all you would see my life slipping away right before your very eyes in my crystal ball.
I try to be nice to people, but all I get is a slap in the face. So I'll just be quiet, not to say a word; and keep to my hurt broken self. People talk behind my back, but I don't care; words can't hurt me anymore. I guess you could say my life is going through a void of silentness; my tone gone silent to this stupor. If you were wondering this is what my crystal ball consists of; and this was not meant to be, it destroys ones career and life, and corrupts ones dreams and their being inside.