There is nothing

There is nothing left here to do but smoke...

All day sitting or sleeping or eat always...

There is nothing but attitude from you, 

Or ignorance or ignore me for few days...

There is nothing left here but for me to get sick... and I'm tired of it... I want to go and have a place of my own... Life is what you make of it... We all have it hard not just myself..... We all get depressed. We can not kill ourselves....  Every day... 

Always....

I get so down where I think I'll hurt myself....

I feel there's no one listening and I'll hurt myself.