I was stoned when i wrote this (my mind)

Sometimes i feel like all hope is lost
feel so sad knowing the fact that i messed up
mother is a drunk
father is an addict
it feels like i am dust in the air
no one knows that i have died
i guess that is why i cried
I'm tired of living a lie
tired of putting a smile on even
though i hate it
so do what i did
when things don't go the way you planned
grab a knife and cut your wrists
cause trust me they will not
deal with you