Hamlet, have they all forgotten you in your hurt?

Claudius, with his hands with his brother's blood all over them,

lured you to your grave.

Your mother became his bride,

and lay besides him,

explaining not to you 

why she would ever do such a wicked deed.

Ophelia, your love,

you did not know why she had left without giving you a reason,

and then came back,

and you saw that the two of you were being watched,

so, in your rage and in your spite,

you told her to go to a nunnery.

Your friends betrayed you,

they chose gold and not you.