Suppressed and left wondering, only to not know/
What to wonder of, so what's the reason to cope/
Bar of soap syndrome, can't get a grip though I sqeeze harder/
Burdened by my expectation think that I may need a doctor/
Tormented by celibacy sex a constant subject of thought/
Bought in this world to suffer, from hardships to be taught/
Valuable lessens but lessens my will as time moves on/
Gunshots frequency tenses me relentlessly/
I make little sense as I fiddle with my shaking thumbs/
In this chair sitting with a half drunken can of rum/
Thinking of suicide, wondering of the constant genocide/
Please don't hide, feelings I need you to lead this ride/
Freestyle should be like a conversation, that's why the typing/
Never stops keep going though my mind's at a deadlock/
Lifes head lock makes the living stop breathing/
I'm lucky to still be alive with procrastinators thinking/
Blinking and nobody even waved a hand by my eye/
Decisions so hard make me not want to even try/
Mad simple rhyme, but I gotta start somewhere/
No real freestyle ability and scared to go there/