Work In Progress - Pleas and Echos

A poem(?) I'm working on:

When it comes to this world, I'm stressed.
When it comes to my mind, I'm messed
When it comes to the whirl, I take these shots and shots
So I can rest.

Pray to find solace in his sheets
Pay to find solace in the streets.
Trying to find solace in a home so broken and alone
Where love don't keep.

In the end of it all I'm spent
To the end of it all it went
At the end of it all just waiting for the hit to drop
It's heaven sent.

God gives no mind to the sinner
God gives no scars to the winner.
God gives no care to the skin laid bloody and bare
"he's a quitter."