Where Will I Go

Life is rough,
Knowing the only way you can get through is to be tough.
Its hard to fight,
And go to sleep with stress every night.
What's the point of life if there's stress,
It's one life there that could be one less.
It's almost like "where is the love?"
The love that's suppose to go in the glove.
The glove of life,
The life that is threatened by the knife.
How would life be then,
If life just came to an end.
Will it be heaven or hell?
I can't tell.
It's God's decision,
God's decision will end my depression.
I can prey for a miracle,
But that's like a square fitting into a circle.
I don't know what to do,
I need someone to talk to.