Why does each day have to be a struggle to get through?

Meh another emotional poem

I am so depressed you will always see me walking with my head down
Starting at objects and people with a frown
The thing that controls everyone's mind is love and money
And I do not have a buck nor a hunny
I smoke some dope and lie my problems away
Just to get through the day
I am trying not to give up hope
Trying to find out my confusing issues
I refuse to get any help
Because what really helps?
The arts like music and writing
It prevents me from crying
and cutting myself with a bloody razor or deadly knife
I try to ignore my wounded heart
Sadness is ripping my life apart
I fake a smile, I do not have any pleasure
Living lonely, I just want to give up
But I will cover up my boredom by dreaming for a better life

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed it.