Everyday

I feel like breaking. He’s gone, and my life is going to be so hard. I just wanna sleep all day, or kill myself. I don’t see my life going anywhere. But then I remember him, and I stand fucking tall. I live my life everyday, I tell my friends and family I love them, and I smoke my fucking bowl. Life fucking sucks, but I refuse to let it win. 

Just wait, they’ll all know my name one day.