Peace of Pain

Life has brought me to my knees.
There seems to be no ways out.
Whats is this tangle we call life.
Why does it harm many and pleasure few?
Why does it create so many and destroy so many more?
What is the meaning of such a sad and coroded place?
Certainly this cannot be called a beauty such as can be seen no where else.
This is merely a hell with a flowery label unjustly smashed onto its forehead.
This hell we are all drifting through has false meanings at every turn and there is never a true or clear path.
Why is it so difficult to be alive in this hell where everyone fights a love that wishes to survive?
Can there not be peace, where this love is let live?
Why is the question i am always asking myself when i draw a blank expression, when i first wake up, and when i lie down to rest my troubled and dieing soul.
I merely wish to ask... can there not be peace...
Without Pain or Sorrow?