Twelve months in a year to live
More than thirteen reasons to die
Folk like me sometimes cry and wonder why cannot we die?
But in the end we consider everything and merely heave a sigh.

If you think killing means suicide you are deeply mistaken my friend
By killing I mean letting go of this hellhole which has no end.


I see people with subpar hand at writing put up on a pedestal
But the true ones can't have our voices heard
It's as if we're trapped inside a crystal.

Putting my ego aside is what I do all the time
While the voice inside my head screams maddeningly, "Just do it, commit the crime."

Intrusive thoughts run till they make me do something drastic
One time I beat a fucker down to a pulp like he was made of plastic.

So much of shit runs through my mind I can't even fathom
Hope flickers away like it did in the city of Gotham.

She said no and why I do not know
I had my chance, took it and let her go.

Maybe it's anger issues that I have, "We'll that's not so bad", they say
Actually I like to self destruct much to everyone's dismay

If a nigga crosses me he better be checking
Cause I'm going to decimate the bitch as soon as I find the fucker tripping.

What am I saying, sorry I haven't taken my medication
Becoming better does require lots of hardwork and dedication.

Where was I again, oh yeah, the part where I'm scared to hit people not because they'll die
But because I have no courage I'm a coward that's why


Wait a sec, what you said, you find a disparity,
Now I'm not arguing but I'm the one in authority.

You feel I'm touched in the head, or I'm a jokester
Man you're sick I'll take you to the shrink and then the doctor.
© Dhritiman