F u c k this world

Thinking of running out on this life,
but where would i go,
you say you love me mom,
but do you mean it,
maybe you should try to make it show.
you call me a b i t c h and a f u c k i n g liar,
is that how you love,
how do i know?
i hate this life and all i stand for,
you make everything worse than before,
you think you know whats best for me,
but how could you,
you don't know who i am.
i might leave in a month or 2 and never return,
not to see your face again,
not to hear your hurtful words.
i pray the grace of God will show me the way.
your not the only one who has problems too.
so yea your son is a alcoholic and I'm suicidal...but least you have one perfect child, you'll always be able to count on that little s h i t.
so f u c k this world,
I'm giving up,
I've been numb from the start,
I've been dead from the beginning.