The Worst Kind of Killer
The worst kind of killer.
doesnt hold a knife,
no gun in hand,
nothing to end life.
The worst killer,
does not take life,
but destroys your soul,
cause you strife.
Their weapons are words,
that make you upset,
ruined your life,
watched as you wept.
Tearing you down,
laughing in your face,
can't take it no more,
must leave from this place.
With physical murder,
the pain is quick,
with blood and horror,
it could make you sick.
But mental murder,
causes eternal pain,
forever suffering,
forever in vain.
In the end,
confidence will lose,
heart will die,
the soul bruised.
No blood on hands,
but murder in lies,
depression forever,
just wishing to die.
Physical murder,
is the best,
so you cant suffer,
you'll be at rest.
To those who try,
to go on with pain,
I wish you luck,
from me, who feels the same.
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