Mental Health.

I think about killing myself on the daily Everyone loves, but I feel like they hate me I can't explain the way that I feel So everyone thinks that I hate them, I hate me Blame myself for all of this hell Mama would tell me I need to get help But she isn't here 'cause she followed through I guess that explains my mental health, health I've been through hell I used to fantasize about being like everyone else But Satan took my mom away, my other mom just bailed I haven't seen my sister since my dad was locked in the jail Inside is all mine I sit alone at night and cry in my studio Begging God, "Please, just tell me why" The only one that really cares is my wife Don't get me wrong, she's all I need But even she has a family Who am I supposed to talk to When I got questions about being a father nobody responds to? I'm tired of learnin' on my own I just want my kids to grow up in a happy home They're happier when daddy's home But they would rather see me work a nine to five You can't afford to sacrifice, just give up all your dreams and die But tell your kids that they can fly I wonder why we always fightin', why I'm at an all-time Faith broken Fate knockin' They're loathin' I'm never getting older This moment is misjudged Can you focus, this feeling that it's over? I think about killing myself on the daily Everyone loves, but I feel like they hate me I can't explain the way that I feel So everyone thinks that I hate them, I hate me Blame myself for all of this hell My mama would tell me I need to get help But she isn't here 'cause she followed through I guess that explains my mental health, health I've been through hell These voices tellin' me that I'll never get out of my cell I used to walk the hallways and I talked to myself Now I got people always tryna tell me they proud I don't believe you, I've never seen you I'll never please you, I never need you So please relieve you, I'm pleased to leave you Here's a review, your heart is see-through It's hard to see through If I'm beneath you, then let me redo I need some peace to breathe, 'cause everybody's countin' on me And sometimes I just can't sleep My mind's got me on my knees I've never thought my life would come to this I know that Jesus made me for a purpose, but I feel I may succumb to this Pressure in my head, you're better off dead I'm a mess, what's success if you got no one left to share it with?