Good intentions, turned to rust,
I've been destroyed, by hollow trust.
You'd thought you'd help, but can't you see?
Your vain attempts, have slaughtered me.
To keep me safe, this iron cage,
you've locked me in, with all this rage.
I'm sorry this, will have to be,
But I'll murder you, for murdering me.
You've tried to help, but life is gone,
with no more freedom, to carry on.
This storm of emotion, pent up tight,
will be unleashed; You're filled with fright.
I'm sorry again, but this must be,
I must kill you, for killing me.
Life's a road with many turns,
to make it through you first get burns,
cuts and scratches, thrusts of steel,
but through the pains true life yo feel.