My plea

I want to be free

I want to know no pain

I'm tired of this crazy fight

Not knowing how to cope

I feel there is no hope

You may choose to sit and judge

But to live like this, you would crash

Many would think this would make you weak

Oh that is not the case my friend

Never assume you know how it feels

I've come to know there's no hope for me but

I pray no one ever knows this torture, that's my plea

Psalm 88:15

I am afflicted and ready to die 

from my youth up: while I suffer

 thy terrors I am distracted.