The split

THE SPLIT: 

I don't feel suicidal, not doubtful, It's a different type of doubt. It's a type of doubt where the unexpectedly expects you. Where you are the richest man in the world and yet you don't have nothing to show for it. It is in an essence, A pull, an inner struggle, A push for the things that you can do better. It's a feeling where you have determination yet no dedication. It's a bad wierd feeling. It's a cloud that hangs over your head as your hands try to rip it out from you, Even with the many hands you call upon for help, It doesn't go away. It's a person who sees the cup half full yet half empty. 

It's a person, That much he/she acknowledges of themselves. Doesnt know what to say, to know what to hear. It's the best analogy I got, A pot of strew filled with words, swirling and brewing, it's words have meaning some how but when he/she tries to spit those words out, They come out like porridge, Hot, sticky and for some, Disgusting.