The Tragic Truth

So far gone this soul of mine
taken and beaten until it's no longer able to shine
ripped to shreds again and again
until I am beaten dead.

I reach out a hand to try and help
but within my hand is a bomb waiting to blow
with all my intentions good and pure
it all ends up destroying those I hold dear.

I stare in shock and dismay as there world collapses
unable to help them without destroying the masses
unable to help I stand and stare
a heartless beast who doesn't seem to care.

I wonder what life would be like if I could just explode
no longer harm those I hold dearest to say
that he ruined my life in such a way
that life is impossible everyday.

So perhaps it's the answer that they all need
to build there world again bright and pure
is for death to visit my front door
so there world can finally be complete.