Torment

No one will ever except me for me.
Everyone still tries to change me.
I know already that i am crazy.
I know already that i am lazy.
I can see that i am morbidly obese.
When i see food i see a feast.
I see a way to comfort my eternal torment.
The demons within me sometimes hide.
My demons can be ruthless as fuck.
To suffer is to be alive.
At this age I've run completely out of luck.
Life is more than half way over with.
And I've never prayed for my end more than i have the past few yrs.
My eyes are dry, no tears.
This is my eternal torment.