Niall went home today with bruises on his body
But unfortunately it wasn't from anything naughty
Earlier that day, the love of his life did it
And called him a ugly fat piece of shit
At home he cried into his pillow
But not because his mom didn't say hello
He cut his wrists and thighs
And if anyone saw he would make up lies
After all he was just a ugly fat piece of shit
Who deserved from his love every single hit
His mother didn't care, his father was dead
She was always drunk while her son had suicide in his head
Atleast she had a job and provided food and such
But sometimes he wished she didn't ignore him so much
