Saturday Afternoon Freestyle: Completely Extemporaneous

Still searching for things I may never find, Thoughts of depression fill my mind, so unkind, where's that intervention they call "divine"? I pray for release, He says "get in line", I'm so blind. I try to leave my self destructive ways behind, when it comes to life lines, I've used all nine, and I'm flying, pretending my insides aren't dying but I'm lying, obviously because I'm crying... & crying... (I'm bored)