The two cures

There is one emotion I hate most, it is grief,
This rotten companion that is not pleased until you cede defeat
The most minute gesture could act as a mercy
but who will extend the courtesy
Maybe one whose found himself in a state similarly
Found himself gouging at his chest
Desperately trying to remove the ache manually
This is madness that brings you to ecstasy, anger, and shock consecutively 
Madness of two cures, one to receive what you desire
The other, to relinquish all desires eternally