Complicated, Assumed to be switched wit my darkside,
While the good of me replies witin me anti-homicide,
Realistically, My other side resembles my life of hunger,
Every time i got the chance to seek a bite to grow stronger,
Drastically, The outcomes of a solution has fallen short,
Along wit my misory it's eatin my brain till i'm a corpse,
Remorsed, The troubled days my family said they can't take that,
Now my mom thru me out the front...n there's no gettin back,
Frustrated, Addrenaline injected into my system like octain,
My brain n soul consumin the fuel to resume these strains,
Cramped, My muscles can't handle the intense contractions,
It leaves me like a bannana...I'm splittin my thoughts n actions,
Collapsin, I'm meltin like the wicked witch of the west,
Only if i had a broom than this knife puttin me to rest,
Parralell, It's like i'm runnin the footsteps of suicide bombers,
But this time i'm takin my own life...not those of others...

Somebody stop him, It's his Schizophrenic taking place,
Only if i had a voice in this, but no1 hears my case,
I'm the good in you, Release anger upon another object,
Just not ya wrist dude, There's a future due to project,
I hope i'm not too late, But the good in you is all used up,
At least that's what your doin, Tryna act hardcore n tough,
But, This ain't the way to go, Suicide only results in hell,
How, How the hell would you like not havin a story to tell,
Memories to reveal, What your takin away...is more than i can deal,
They say the good guys win, Though your death letter is sealed