False Hope in a god who deserted you

A depressing poem about suicide, and how hope abandons us all, when we need it most

Death bothers me not as i walk.
through the plains of blood
my actions did eclypse my eyes.
sight fade and life drain, and i could no longer talk

God hidden from me, i had hit the ground before i fell.
death comes as no burden, but as if present
wrapped. my present...slow passage leading the opposite of life.
heart ache as chest plunged by solemn knife.
slow passage turns to fast fall as my present turned to hell
like an angels wings rotting at the peak of ascension.

Regret, the worst feeling of all.i am bloodsoaked, drained of life
and vision blurred to blind.
desperation, the second worst feeling, Had not enough blood to carry on and
My weak call for help, the ears of a saint, it could not find.

The world is full of truth and sorrow. The truth and sorrow of this
is that in the world, there is no real heroes. just believers.
and their falsely placed trust, turns the remainder of us to grievers.