To Write Hate on His Arms

Conflict of Opinion?

To write love on her arms is here again
Where they strut around all covered in pen
Smiling and laughing – pretending they care
When usually they snigger & smirk, point & stare

To those of you out there who suffer as well
Ignore those “friends” who make your life hell
They wear their love as a decoration
Whilst us in the corner fight our frustration

We live in a place where we punish with knives,
And an angry depression takes over our lives.
But lets be honest – “You’re” not really concerned,
If “That” social outsider never returns...

No-one really loved him,
In life he couldn’t win.
No-one tried to understand him,
Or even lent a helping hand.
Instead of love, he wrote Hate.
And in the end, he couldn’t wait.
You left him no-where else to hide...

So then the social outcast committed


Suicide.