Perpetual Misery Storm

Creeping into another state Unable to escape
Run, hide, destiny still finds a way to drag you down in its lies
Lies
False cries
One more day of this misery would bring me to my knees
Suffocating
Decimated by hearing the voice of reason constantly thrown to the wind
Beg them to stop, to cease this destructive pattern
Destroying themselves and myself in the process
I cannot sleep
Cannot sleep
Can't imagine their brain functioning worse than this on a daily basis
Drain what's left of their will into a pipe
Injecting death is their way to escape this pain
Bleeding to breathe, cursing the sky
Cursing the sky
Vain
Kill themselves with their choice poison, stone cold
What is this, never wanted this, never asked for this, constantly wishing that I was dead
Living for the end of days which never seems to come
My past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror, as I piece it together, my image keeps shifting
If there was ever a reason to pray, this would be it
A desperate please for help to stop this pain from reoccurring
Sore, bled, exhausted, dead
Can't take anymore of the suffering
Those that I love and my mental strain
Preparing myself for the end of what I never really wanted
Quick death, painless, fearless
In hindsight, this should not be reality
Bothered with others is my downfall
In time I would either into the earth, never knowing what we could have been
It doesn't really matter now
What could have been, could have changed, could have been so different
Why did we chose to contain, to become so distant
Doesn't matter now, we're all dead, inside our dominion
So sad to know once we were part of positive visions
Living for the end of days which never seems to come
If there was ever a reason to pray, this would be it
A desperate plea for help to stop this perpetual misery storm