You

When your father tells you
you ain't shit, that gets
you thinking about everything
you been through, smoking
for a year or two I ask
myself what I got into.
The self-hatred and hatred
that spews in my mind
got me thinking like he's
right, I'm an eighteen year
old piece of shit with no
job addicted to smoking
who needs to accept the
faggot in the mirror who's
repugnant and needs to
kill himself but I'm not
done with you, you act
like you're important
but truth is your body
fucking hates you, you
got a bunch of friends
but who really likes
a stupid guy like you
nobody loves you so
why don't you kill
yourself, you're not
going to be missed.
You're a fucking coward
when reality hits but
I forgot, who really
gives a shit about you.