Can I help? Please?

Connecting a world not our own
Fog covers it for a purpose I presume
Trees as bare as my heart was, alone
Dirty and falling it finds its own tune
To a life of music and light amass
Where rain falls relentlessly
Drenching or adding weight
Or maybe just maybe, it's washing me away

Eternal crimson just go away
December everest at it's peak
A single rose in a bed of lilies
What am I to do?

A pain in my lungs
A pain in my head
A pain in my legs
A pain in my arms
A sorrow pulls a hole
A sorrow fades it whole
A sorrow to take its toll
On the heart of a single soul

Is their a reason that something like this is created?
Is their a reason to the cause of such a thing?
Is their a reason that someone has to suffer?
Is their a reason I cannot help?