The world is too harsh,
their words are too much,
your touch bears no warmth,
my body half in a tomb.

Can't stand the blood,
overflowing from innocents.
Can't take the pleas,
coming from the trees.

Harmless ants killed by billions,
in just a single day.
Helpless floras picked by people,
just cause lovers' have to obey.

Slashing and killing,
pain and fights for shilling,
practical human kind,
everywhere we can find.

Inflicted upon me,
is the anger unleashed from he,
who abuses his family,
like a harmful hornet bee.

Inflicted upon me,
is the hurtful words of she,
who was supposed to be forever there,
guarding and watching over me.