No name

I hate me
i hate you
there is no telling
what I'm about to do

i hate the life
of being here
on this world
i have no fear

i dont understand
what brought me here
to my life
the end is near

I'm so depressed
to even care
of what happens
when i go there

i wish i could die
i miss the old me
ever since i chose
to smoke some weed

i know I'm proud
to an extent
i wish i could start over
before i end up in the pen