Pits of Hell and Rage

I feel much pain these days
nothing adue about nothing
hurt, twisted words
cirlce my head
praying for an absolution
that will never come.
Broken, impaired, pulled from
a sea of hatred and fire.
Deppresion has overtaken me.
Oh, God...
Where are you now?
I'm so lost.
I pray to see you soon.
But if suicide did take me
I would only rot in the pits of hell.