Driven to distress

I'm driven to distress; hopelessness
I'm under duress; fighting this mess
He's losing his mind
He's not even in there at times
I wonder
What to do when he's like this?
How to cope with his restlessness?
What do I do Lord? But pray for him!
He's brought down so low
By the weight of sin
Some days
He can't remember anything
He's got tunnel vision in all he sees
It's only what he wants
Nothing else matters; but him
He's selfish and always angry
If he doesn't get his way
Nobody else can have a say
Like a temper tantrum of a sullen child!