Damn.

You ever sat in yo room all week skipped school,
didn't eat so long you don't remember the last time your stomach was full,
Emotionally numb and full of self-hate for being so dumb,
The ringing in your ears throbs like a drum,
As your mental state deteriorates you gaze at your gun,
Stare into its steel barrel wondering if you're really done,
All this time and you finna give it up,
Reach into your pocket pull out a dubb,
Upon the table, you roll up the bud,
Pop the last of the pills you stashed behind the  door,
As all the drugs mix you only crave more,
Slowly raise your pistol to place it on your head,
In one swift motion fill your room with red,
Everyone wonders how did a kid that had so much love end up dead,
Cause that smile on his face reflects none of the loneliness that he felt in his head,
That loneliness wasn't seen until he was found on the floor for 3 days he bled,
Nobody looked for him,
Nobody missed him,
Nobody texted him to see if he's ok,
But as soon as everybody hears he's dead they take a moment out their day to say how they loved him,
They lie about how they cared for him and how he had so many friends,
But where were all of them in the moments before his end?