THIS IS MY LAST RESORT.

Would it be wrong, would it be right?
If I took my life tonight,
Chances are that I MIGHT.
Mutilation out of sight,
and I’m contemplating suicide.

I never realized I was spread too thin,
‘Til it was too late and I was empty within.
Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin?
((It all started when I lost my mother,))
No love for myself and no love for another.
Searching to find a love upon a higher level,
Finding nothing but questions and devils.

I can’t go on living this way, nothing’s alright.