Terror, horror, things beyond belief,
you try to run away, try to find relief,
you cannot escape this monster,
your escape would be very brief.
You damage, cut, bruise, and burn,
it's your time to turn,
turn to the monster, don't turn away,
face the fear, live another day.
This is no game,
you face the shame,
your new addiction,
ruins your fine addition.
You're done,
you're finished,
the game is over,
you're dead, you're gone,
you wore you're heart on your shoulder.
Sticks and stones may have broke your bones,
and their words ripped your skin apart.
