The life of neverfinding

I am sad. Can't fight that.The sad status is the one you can't ignore as your body is quite couping with your true nature to prove it vividly that your heart, your legs and arms are acking.The sad status is the status where your heart beats the bad song of your broken heart.You have nobody , nobody to love, and the everybody that loves you runs away from your path trying to never find you in the way. Madness, "what have I done wrong?" crying and screaming from the bottom of you heart the name that might save you but ignores you on the way home, this is pain, misery and sadness. I have never understood the difference between love and wackness until I saw it walking down the streets of my il-logical, im-penetrable beeing , running from me like I was de cruelest enemy of all.That's sadness, the thought that people you love, run away from your heart, your hand , your love.
There are two kinds of people that tramp the empty streets of the city: the decadent and the devastated. The question is, who is going to be caought by the filthy hands of crime? It should be nobody. We are the personal prisoners of existance , somedoby killing us would be an elegant favour, life can't afford to waiste on the collective humped backs.There it is, no choice, no choice at all, but to keep on walking straight in this movie of no action, but intense drama.. And it's sad, I'm sad, it's quite obvious it passes out my skin, into the dark clouds of this quiet night of sorrow and I'm all alone, smiling at a stranger that throws rocks at me for his own amusement.He doesn't know, not his falut "Have a great night" I shout trying to give my best smile .