..we truly r sad beings..
  ..the poems we write
             says it all..full b.**** agony..madness..inimical..etc..

..whats wrong..really..everyone knows
this **** where we dwell..but still..

I blame myself of my sadness and melankolia..

of course outside is easier..its somebody elses foult..not me..

     ..or is it just too much 2 handle..even though we 'are' so
               accountable..