Suicidal Pt. 5 (Epiphany)

i write my poems so others can have tranquility or peace
but i guess i dont practice what i preach because most of the time im i not happy
i dont know what it is, but theres somethings missing
i have disguisable emotions
but lately the cycle has been broken
now i break out into fits of blind rage
where i just want to punch anything that has a face
where the word "love" leaves a bad taste
where its hard to focus when i meditate
theres something important missing
its hard to see with this distorted vision
the problem with an epiphany
is that although very intuitive
at my current state of mind i dont know what to do with it
im hanging onto the edge of a never ending abyss
someone grab my hand before i fall into the pit
~PEACE