Why have hope

When you can find it in dope.

Why should i cry

when i can cut till I die.

But here I am living life

I can find the answer in a bloody knife.

Crying, yelling, and another angry fit.

But forget it, role it, and take a hit.

Behind every blunt is a million tears.

because weed helps all my fears.

I'm hurt, depressed, and broke.

I make it okay with that strong smoke.