Feeling plain bad

I'm full of the burden
of my rage
It just stares at me numbly
my remorse just sputters
forth slowly its sappy
melancholy
I sip on this stew
eventually I will reach
a full coma
somberness is the fullfillment
of bores
I just slip over and over
what kind of insane trap
have I created
I just hate and mourn
and whine till my energy lays wasted
beyond my grasp
Such pity and pathetic ways
always overcome a limited imagination
Depleted,defeated, I retreat