This very Hell we call"Life"

I'm drowning in this endless pool of negativity,
Just reaching for the top,
Knowing it's sealed with concrete,
Prevent my escape.
And foreverly keeping me in this Hell,
This Hell we call "Life."

People say they're here to talk;
But they're still too far away to cry upon.
They say they listen,
But then again, some music and a pillow isn't always enough.
I just want to get out this Hell;
This Hell we call "Life."

He sits across the room,
Looking at me intermittently.
He knows what I want,
And he knows what I need.
What I need to get out of this Hell;
This Hell we call "Life"

No matter how hard I try,
I simply can't catch his spark.
I can't make him come clean.
It's as though his heart were fireproof,
Keeping him out of this Hell;
This very Hell we sadly call "Life."

I don't think this pool will ever drain.
Or even filter,
Giving me one small drink of happiness,
Or a taste of optimism.
The optimism I need to get out of this Hell;
This fucking Hell we call "Life."