A Life Not Right

So much hatred, so many lies,
It is a mother's new baby who cries.
He has been brought into a world so cruel,
When grown up he will be everyone's fool.

Constantly fighting his way through life,
The struggle will end when he uses his knife.
Upon his flesh so creamy and smooth,
Cutting so deeply in every groove.

Watching his blood endlessly trickle,
Surprised that he feels only a tickle.
Along with the blood, so leaves his pain,
As his rotten life seeps out of his vein.