Dilemma of life

Two little voices chatter in my mind, Argue and fight like a horrible swine, One calls me a looser, God's work in vain, The other says, I am the best, worldly gain, One narrates my failures, day and night, The stupid other calls me, vivid and bright, One reminds me life is too long, How to survive, I aint so strong, While the other advices to take charge, Just one small life, make it large, Both are right, at a time or other, But whom to listen and when, is an important matter, None of them shuts up, its horrendous beak, And don't let the mediator me, speak, I cannot concentrate, I cannot work, My brain explodes, what the fcuk, I start hating people, I start hating self, But I prefer to keep shut, and not ask for help, Days, months, years pass by, same, I cannot understand, the mind's dirty game, And one fine day, I decide to end it, A small slit on the wrist, is the best way to mend it, No thought of the family, friends or world, They never cared for me, why would they get hurt, I gave up my life, the chatters disturb no more, What hurts now is the cry of my mother's soul, She held me my hand in a spool of blood, This time the umbilical cord was more difficult to cut, My father stood numb and dead, Where did he lack, the only thing in his head, Now my soul is hell in distress, My death killed my family, nevertheless There's no end to trouble, struggle has no end, Doesn't mean to kill self, is the only way to amend, There are other ways to counter such dilemma, I had to just talk about it, it is a natural phenomenon, So if, Two little voices chatter in your mind, Shout it out, seek help, the world's kinda kind....