Terrible People

Oh the terrible people
They should all die.
Their mothers won't mourn them
They won't even cry.
Their fathers won't pity
The imbecility they possessed,
And try to think of something good you've done
But nothing comes to rest
Across his sad little mind
Consumed by his fear
That his (well, hopefully his) daughter
Who's soon to be here,
Will be just as pathetic as his poor son was;
No brain, no heart, no life, no one.
Worthless, you were
You incompetent fool.
You never had friends
You were only their tool
To bypass you, make you feel small,
While they conquered life, continued to grow tall.
You were used, beaten, hurt and abused.
Your sorrow was funny
It only amused
Those poor little saps whom you called your 'bros'.
While they were wishing
Praying you would go.
And now you've done it.
You've taken that knife
Slit your own throat,
Ended your own life.
You could've been somebody
Instead of just a fool,
But you just went and blew it
And nobody knew.
So thanks for the memories.
The times you pissed me off,
The times I wanted to take your f*ing tongue and cut it off.
Have a nice afterlife,
We can only hope you'll do well
But from how I knew you?
Sorry, welcome to Hell.