Tears pouring down my face,

Like a rushing river,

My world is falling out of place,

It makes me beg to differ.

Why is the world so cruel?

Why so unbearably rough?

Not one to follow a rule.

Not one to say enough.

So many ways to end it.

So many ways to die.

People rolling into a fit.

But all I do is cry.

All I do is stand there,

In the center of the crowds.

Not one to even shed some care,

Just as dim as empty clouds.

I fall to my knees in frustration,

Unknowing and confused,

I can’t take the observation,

Of being so abused.

I feel so depressed,

Unwanted and alone,

 because of my obsession,

Then I slip a shallow moan,

“If I am so hated,

Picked on and mocked,

Why am I so stated?

Why am I so blocked?”

 In life this will happen,

to be picked on and abused,

Some find this a sin,

Other find this amused.

Some are unwilling,

Some are afraid.

Some die with a non-stop sting,

Other’s wished they could’ve stayed.

Do you know who’s done this?

Who’s committed this heinous act?

It’s you who’s deprived them of all bliss!

It’s you who’s come intact!

So who has made them dust?

Blowing n the breeze?

It’s you who’s yelled and cussed.

Now they’ll never sleep at ease.

They now have no hope.

So who should take the blame?

It’s you, who’s done this wrong,