So much pain on so many different levels,
Each and every day spent looking disheveled.
So many bleak possibilities in my mind,
Thoughts of a dismal future for mankind.

This negativity seeps from within me
I know it's dark mother please forgive me.
Father,  please take back your trusty firearm,
before I cause myself irreversible harm.

Thoughts of propelling buckshot into my head,
with blood and brains dripping from my bed.
Such thoughts can never truly be escaped,
like PTSD from warfare or ****.
There is no parole from mental prison,
no cure for the hate that has risen.

Love cannot change the blowing of the breeze,
It cannot lift me up from my knees.
Love cannot redirect the flow of water,
nor save us from civil war and slaughter.
It cannot remove nuclear waste from the ocean,
Love cannot stop what is already in motion.