Tease

In the classroom of hell
is where I was.
To the ground things fell,
As I began to fuss.

These people don't see
the pain others hold inside.
Their words run free,
like a pack of lies.

The words they say,
go stabbing through.
Their burdens lay,
what can we do?

If only they understood
how much it kills.
I don't know if they could,
they just love the thrill.

As we cry and weep,
they laugh more.
The Pain we keep,
we can't take it anymore.

Maybe if they thougt
about others.
The pain that was brought
wouldn't reach another.