Depressed I will be
for an entire eternity
The thing we call life
I discover is only a big strife
So very many souls are destroyed
By hateful words and actions deployed
They stab the soul until it's all bloody
Then it gets kicked and made all muddy
There as it rests it's slowly dying
While the person curls up and is crying
With no one there to hold them dear
Or even able to take away all the fear
The hateful words repeat in their head
And all they really want is to be dead
Then they cut and watch the blood flow
As they do this their soul screams no
They cut again watching the blood pool
Becoming woozy and starting to drool
As death looms behind with an ax in hand
They never care and don't try to understand
But before they leave and it's all done
They remember the words "I hate you son"
A painful stab right to the heart
With great precision like a dart
On the floor is where they lie dead
Over the hateful words that were said
