Being Alive Will Always Have A Price

Fuck I wish I would just fucking die I can't do shit so instead I just cry. I'm nothing but a mother fucking burden I wish my family could forget about me like when you drink a whole bottle of bourbon. My heart is hurting and bleeding wishing someone would shoot me and just leave me there leaking. I feel like the only reason im still alive is because i'm physically incapable of slitting my own throat with a knife. I don't have a girl to call my wife so why should I continue to live my fucked up life. My brother knows who I really am that's probably why he's mad but I don't really give a damn. Live or die I ask myself every fucking day but I guess when your alive that's just the price you fucking pay.