Questions From a Sui-stranger

Asked someone to hand me some hope
Drugs distort reality so they smiled as I was handed dope
The war inside of my head leaves nothing left as right
I fight to survive but the crazy part is its me I must fight
Why do I exhaust all effort to survive
When I spend most days wishing to die
To say I'm lost wouldn't even cover part of it
Suicidal wouldn't even define the level of insanity I fit
Depressed can't define my horrific visions or vivid dreams shaded beyond dark
Suffering and wounded but I pray for death, to war and back but from life I disembark