To the Point

Is it all in vain this strain? Has this pain left no room for refrain is it decidedly so, is it tragically stained? Swinging a hammer at a window doesn't make it easier breaking down a castle only makes it worse but choking off a dream is always better let the dying take its course What was the point to hopelessly disappoint? Has something missed something to lead up to this or was it something I missed or something we missed? Throwing a stone into a glass house doesn't make it better and burning bridges doesn't work either but passing out helps to quell the voices of the second-guesses questioning my choices.