Rants about Depression,suicide,selfharm and anxiety and they all kill

No rest

As I look upon this world, I see all that are suffering
All the eyes of malice glee
All the pain and misery

As I search I find not what is good
But that which cannot be understood
Where is this presence of good?
Why cannot it be understood?

I see a world of fiery hate
A world which has been saved to late
A world filled with disease so great
No person will escape their fate

Consumed by greed and plagued by hate
Many are tempted to take the bait
For a trap which no being can escape

These lines may make some feel sick
While others may be plagued by it
Many will wonder what they mean
Will we know? Only time will tell

And what about this time?
Of feeble fame and wicked mind
Killer of all, destructor of many
Can it be trusted? Can it remain?
Can we last until it begins again?

The end is just the beginning
This much, we know
But what lies beyond is a mystery
A place as void as space
A place as white as snow

Will it be good? Who can know
Of this eternal forgotten red snow

~neonmidnight no so neon