A tough choice

My soul might not exist as real, but essentially it does, and it comes from a perfect place, and it's been put here on Earth and I can't reach a resolve. I can't make people help me, in a place that's too far from perfect, you know? Apart from this, If it wasn't Schizophrenic-like thoughts, I'd be more lost and it's the only aspect of reality keeping me from ending it all.