My Distress

I find sometimes no matter how hard i try, i can never find my way out .. Even when my intentions are holy set I fall right back down and out of my nest Nothing do i find besides unsettling stress Nor can i find someone for my heart to caress Sometimes i think i do,...but then im tricked again Im trapped time and time again in mess Yet im not brave enough to end my own life just yet Even if all i see and feel is turning to darkness And my God why do i keep seeing number 22? Is it psalm 22? Forsaken am i yet again? Just tell me already so i can have a clear head Why must it be a riddle all the time my God? Im starting to feel dead Im starting to hollow underneathe this youthful body And my heart is heavy as lead I wish i could only silence this never ending distress My mind feels torn apart like bread The crumbs keep trickling until nothing is left Maybe some day il just wake up dead I feel like nothing and worthless as my heart is starved And this meaningless body is fed Once again probably, you will ignore me in my time of distress Maybe my faith too is dying... but i guess like you said... all things must end