Will from desperation

Moo you bloody chior,
Let the the tears run.
Blow those landmines,
Isnt it all such fun!

Eat your damn meal,
Dont you dare be thankful.
Wincing intestines, brittle bones,
They cant afford to eat, never to be resentful.

Feels like your falling?
Because you have the height to fly.
Why bother trying.
Your only living this lie.

Stop crying child.
This pain wont persist,
If you will it to leave,
Happiness must insist.

They have a right to pain,
Your shoulder if you will,
You have food, warmth and love.
Stop self destructing,
you melodramatic dill.