Will this ever stop?

Will the rain always come down on me?
Will my heart always be a mystery?
Will I ever get the help I need to see?
Will my mind always betray me so or will the flowers one day start to grow?

When the sun sets will a new day start?
When I say good bye will we really part?
Will I ever get the chance to restart?
Will life always be this hard and will I ever become less scarred?

When my skin tears will fresh skin grow?
When will I stop moving through life so slow?
Will I ever be rid of such unwilling woe?
A question that makes many amused but will my mind always be this confused?

When will my scars and my mind start to mend?
When does the pain and sadness end?
I've had enough of all this pretend!
Please don't hesitate to peruse these words as not a single one is underused.