Why must this boy
Be used like a toy
Broken and forsaken
Withdrawn in a shell
To escape his Hell
All heever wanted was to be loved
To be hugged
To have been smiled at,
Without that hatried in peoples eyes
But they all just walked by
And they all tel their lies
To hide their Sin
From their own kin
For it is their own fault
That this boy enjoies pain and to kill
All because no one would simply play with him
I hope they enjoy their lies,
For soon...
They shall die...