So Cold and on My Own

You left me alone so
Cold and on my
Own, you have nothing
To try for, nothing
To die for lies
That cause the
Cries you hold in
Store standing at
The door we see
You running for more
Making it feel like
A chore, going
Door to door selling
Your kin
Like a sin opening
Them to the gates
Of hell inviting
Them in like a pin
On a shirt making
A smirk getting
Slit by a dirk
Spilling the blood
Ruining their
Life making a strife
In the beginning
Of life.