family hurts

I sit here hopeless
No one to call
If I killed myself
Would they care at all

I have a dope head for a father
And a drunk for a mom
When you put them two together
You get a loving caring bomb

Funny thing about that is
When they blow everyone still dies
Ima man with no purpose
So why do I have to lie

I'm sorry for wasting your time
Making you think this poem is deep
Its actually quite shallow
Shallow like a creek

Speaking of Creek
That place is full of hate
There I drown my tears
In that angry place

Cup after cup
Blunt after blunt
No matter what I do
My past tend to still hunt