Coincidence?

Why does the sweet smell of incense come,
Though nothing is burning,
Why is it when I begin to find hope my stomach begins turning.

Why am I filled with hate,
When I see someone pray,
Why do I wish,
This truth will just go away.

Why were my dreams,
Telling my to commit suicide,
Saying there's no where to run,
And no where to hide.

Why do I run,
From what you said was the way out
Why don't I listen,
Though truth is what you talk about.

I don't think,
There's something messing with my mind,
But there are no more answers,
I can possibly find.

There are somethings,
I just can't explain,
Like how I've cut so deep,
And still missed that vein.

And how did you know,
Why did you come to me that day,
Scared me Shi*less,
kept me alive another day.

Is it just coincidence,
Or is this real?
Are you right?
Or is this another story to keep me through another night.