What Happens When a Cliche Goes Horribly Wrong

It's not possible to be hurt anymore than this
And just when I convince myself that this is true
You decide to kick me when I'm down
Destroy the small hope I have that this is all finally going away
But when it rains it pours an it has to get worse before it gets any better
But how much of this can I take before I cant come back over the edge?
Exactly how much worse can things get before the conditions are considered miserable enough to allow for a small window of escape?
Or will it all be too late and that small window of escape provide the perfect ending to this already fucked up faery tale?
An impulsive leap out of a window; confused for a last resort
A leap of faith; that arrived too late
And was replaced with a leap of suicide...
Because nothing that I have tried has erased the pain that caused the tears Ive cried.