Life has paid off..

it's a wierd mind full of scum,
sore, blistered; absolutely numb.
in there, you still talk to me
but not what it used to be.

i am hoping you make my wishes for me,
i plead to god, as he just sits and see.
but nothing better than praying empty skies,
as if in void; floats cloud made of lies.

how i wish someone would listen me, too,
and someone would help, see me through.
but seems like i have finally gone mad
and life has paid off, as it go worse from bad.