Open Mic: Hopelesness

I stay surrounded by four walls no windows,
Just emptied the load in my balls on some bimbo.
Cant even sleep with the smell of slutty pussy on my sheets,
Out in the street trying to find peace on a piece of ass. Please.
At least i rapped up, the bitch just got up, get dressed and go,
its to early for this joe to be catering to easy slussy hoes.
Lastnight i drowed my sorrow the same thing tommorow,
Running out of party money so i might have to borrow.
Frustrated depresive alcoholic making bad decisions,
Hypnotic makes me phycotic headed to a crash collision.
Why work minimum wage cant begin to set the stage,
Of my hopes and dreams, all feel the same i need a change.
My rage steams from doors shutting in face again and again,
My pain stains my resolve which is so hard to optain.
Ive seen many lights in many tunnels that ive followed,
At the end the promise is hollow so i go back to the bottle.
I look around and the people who care they do by default,
They watch me try to make things better with no results.
I love living but i hate my life at the momment,
But i wont quit am not yet broken another door will open.

Thanks ink

also you joined on my birthday, so fuck yeah to that.