EMotions, the gift or the curse

Hardened by hate, consumed by anger Bitterness, a choke -my existance strangler Empty and alone , no place to call home Fanticising about my death Nothing more , nothing less There I said it, it is finally off my chest. My only hope, exists beyond the grave In this life, I am but a tortured slave Despair is real , because we feel To little or to much… Hate, anger, anxiety or such… Deppression is real, tangible by thought Perfection, deception altering my thruth, my complection Tension is torture, stress strangles Lies consuming, it quickly entangles Sin brings sepperation, it destroys to the core Nothing but hurt, when friends don't care anymore And you are left alone to stand in battle Left behind for slaughter, like lambs and cattle maybe, there is hope Some other way, to live and not merely cope So I pray to God, that He would save me from me Turn my life into , what He intended it to be Emotions, a blessing or a curse To be honest, for me there is nothing worse