Back then it was all just a game.
Stress-free, worry-free; a plain life.
But now, I'm withering in pain.
Conflict, violence, brutal act, strife.

Whatever it's called; I hate it.
The happy days have flown away,
And has left me a little bit.
Tension, anxiety, fray.

And now time has passed us so fast.
As we grew up, you have changed lots.
Being with you used to be a blast.
Sly, cunning, evil, plots.

You've torn our family apart.
You have ruined all our lives.
You're found high; you used to be smart.
Dismay, addictions, blackmail, bribes.

I've given up on you and life.
I've been waiting for what I dread.
I'm left alone holding this knife.
Stab, bleed, agony, hatred, dead.