Diagnosis Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

Life obsticles breathed a curse upon my life.
Mind-boggling complexity.
Death violins flocked into my mind,
like miniature trains in a toy shop.
My ears melting as life vultures spit verbal poisons about my life.
DIAGNOSIS TO MY PROBLEMS...

Agony striked my wounded heart,
as i was casting an eye upon my family tree.
A ceaseless deluge of emotional vibe springled and bloated my skin,
freezing me stiff.
Looking back at the footsteps behind me,
am steady to take a free fall from a cliff.
suicidal letter with scars written in red ink.
DIAGNOSIS TO MY PROBLEMS...

Scrambling to my destiny up the sky high,
shooting stars whip passed-by with passengers to bright future.
This is torture.
If life is hell why don't God extinguish the flames?
Why don't God give us diagnosing pills to cure our sorrows, pains?
Let it rain with holly waters so my tears get flashed away.
DIAGNOSIS TO MY PROBLEMS..cure for pain..