No dad, no friends, pushed most of them away via isolating myself. I hate being around people nowadays. Using drugs to numb the pain. I wish I could be happy sober but I’m too far gone. I miss my dead people. I’ll be with them soon enough. Here’s a poem to wrap up my existence: 

Don't give a fuck about yesterday or give a fuck about today
And tomorrow gonna be the same fucking way
Bitches love me I'm hitting, when I'm gone they start to tripping
So much codeine in my body you can smell it when I'm pissing
Smoking like an engine
Fucking all these women
In my casket grinning, I can't help my fucking sinning