Hatred Gods/life

No God to watch me grow,
This hell is but a show.
The life is just as stage,
The creature of but a sage.

But stab my pain,
In the doll.
You use it to,
Don't you all?

The gods they laugh, taunter and play,
To see your miserable day.
Play jokes and pick on you,
Just to see what you'll do.

The heart it carries but no more,
They pined it to the floor.
Stabbed it with the hate for others,
hatred brings from all the mothers.

So I'll hold my knife,
Nice and close.
For it had shown me the most.

The pain will only last a few,
The scares can only be so new.
For you say the darkness hates you,
Don't worry it hates me too.

(It just seems to be one of those months where things only get worse.)