Pessimistic thoughts

We live our lives to try and make amends
Although life shows that we cannot
The things we love
The things we cherish
Nothing stays for everything leaves in the end
We fight to stay in control
But lose it
Nothing can ever be right for life will never let it
Once in a while things may seem to be perfect
In the end you are stricken
Hit with the inevitability of life
Why try?
Why feel?
Everything ends in the same place
Sorrow
Pain
Regret
Depression
Then those thoughts of suicide crowd the mind
The darkness flows
Pain grows
Nothing will heal
You will not feel
Only to be numb
Omitted from the world
No touch
No more thoughts
Nor be that of love
Just disgrace
So sick of such words