Rotting Life

Scissors, razor or a knife,
I will have to take my life.

Slit my wrist the blood comes out,
No one hears me scream and shout.

People love, People hate,
And people just discriminate.

For this night, I am not sober,
I did not drive with my chauffeur.

Drinking liquor fast and straight,
Staring down the ones, that love to hate.

M love never will grow strong,
And relationships don't last long.

Tumbling home in the middle of the night,
MY parentals wake up causing a fight.

The answer is never crystal clear,
Doing drugs in the order they appear.

The guns aren't lawful,
And the gas smells awful.

Never try to cut me some slack,
I need to get my life back.