Suicidal Insanity

It’s too late to save that boy that once was and wanted to be great

He surpassed the hate and stood on his own two feet

If look at résumé he has add enough obstacles to beat

Sure he wasn't the perfect person who personified the ideal son

But before he uttered how he really felt he was stuck in a chamber in the dark.

 Waiting for light to spark but it never did because the realization of the change had faded to the back of his mind

And his mind had become nothing but what was but now will never be

Before he could say the words this is not right for me 

He was dangling from the ceiling of his basement bedroom for his parents to see

He hung there with blood dripping from his mouth while a white paper stuck on by tape had the words "Im sorry" written on it

He had been thinking about the moment years but had fears and saw images of his mother tears drop down from her eyes in the puddle.

Heartbroken can't see what was wrong with the poor bastard who’s to say that there could be anything to fix him 

He didn't understand himself much less could explain the insides of his brain 

Every thought had a purpose and purpose to drive him into suicidal insanity.