praying for the end

Everyday i think about death, maybe i should do meth? Alone in my room i should be laying in my tomb, i know its morbid but, i never got supported all these people are liars ill set myself on fire pour gas on me then a lighter ill choke myself tighter, leaving marks on myself actually... I'll use neither! grab a rope and a chair they say nope but i wont care they don't love me soon they'll see how much they hurt my soul, my eyes are really swole, everytime i cried for them i always said amen.