This Torturous Life

THIS TORTUROUS LIFE Is this life make-believe? I cope not with the life struggles that beset me For they are hell-bent on wrecking me Forever seeking me out They harangue most grievously Damaging me irrevocably No one it seems can rescue me A wretched existence And a noose is this life to me All I know is woe And gnawing misery How can I be strong Without help to overcome Being me? My wounds heal not For I pick them apart deliberately I am accustomed to The pain of surviving I am an almost empty shell Filled with vitriolic animosity When will I be set free From abandoned hopes And this darkness of despair? Oh what a cruel joke Is this existence that Vexes Antagonises And tortures me I continue existing from day to day I feel like I might live to eternity Something that is not good for me I have survived this far But only barely I am ungraciously unhappy The grave is a place I would Welcome gladly I tangoed with the hammer That is life and lost Deep scars I now parade From every blow With an existence of pure misery