The Painful Truth

They have their evil hearts set
On watching my painful death.
They wish to cheer and clap
Once I breathe my last breath.
They really want me dead,
They taunt and laugh and jeer.
They can smell my pain,
They can taste my fear.
Suicide is not an option,
I really don't want to die.
Yet the pain that fills my soul
Is more than enough to make me cry.
They are slowly murdering me,
like a demonic spell.
They will all miss me when I am gone,
And I hope that they ALL burn in HELL!