I hate myself my mind isnt in good health my life is bullshit poeple fuck with me cuz I dont like the cool shit or tha fact I'm always depressed (idk) maybe I should put my life thru a test clean up my act and do my best go to church and confess but that ain't me and I know living the good life ain't free but at the end of the day blood is all I fucking see shit some times I look up and ask who is he but then I fall back asking who the fuck is me I hate myself I'll end it with a fucking knife please tell me will I ever find a wife think I'm born to die alone sitting at me home (asking) where my kids at so I'm forced to be alone I hate my bbyma cuz puts my kids thru this drama running away started all my problems I hate the fact idk how to solve them I'm sure I'll find out one day but for now this what I'll say.... I hate myself