The Living Hell I Call My Life

When I thought my life couldn't
get any worse,
bad things seem to find their way in
People tell me to be optimistic,
but how can I be optimistic?
With this living hell of mine,
with scars too many to fathom,
optimism has never existed.
It is not something that is known
by people like me.
But you wouldn't understand that,
would you?
Because you're the one that's
causing it!
Causing this pain,
this torture,
inside of me!
Why can't you leave me alone!?
Let me have my hell!
For my life is just a grain of sand,
a grain of sand on an eternal
desert.
So I'll take my hell for now.
And you can have your perfect life.
For when I die and go to heaven,
you'll be far below me.
Far below me
in your eternal hell.