In a World of Hate
I fall on the floor
As I burst out the door
Blood on my arms
From my self harms
Overwhelmed by sadness
My eyes do cry
As I look at the sky
Cluttered with stars
Somewhere sits Mars
In a world of happy
I crumble on the ground
Making no sound
Sadness has won
The devil's son
Is here
No mercy do I see
To only please
Myself
In a world of hate
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