"' When you are born everyone smiles, live your life in such a manner that when you die everyone cries'" End-race The same old view from The dim windows Irritate me, I hate it. The same gloomy rooms I drag my time in Give me a headache, I hate it. The same frugal lunch Which I swallow fast to avoid the taste Blackens my tongue, I hate it. The same savage faces Keep blabbering when I’m not listening Frustrates me, I hate it. The same loneliness Breeding absurd thoughts inside Tires me, I hate it. The same obstacle race I am running when everybody has crossed the line Defeats me, I hate it. The same old tune I play every time on my detuned strings Maddens me, I hate it. The same solitary nights The dog barking for sharing its pain Enthuses me but still I hate it. The same old life Me hating everything around and within Wants to kill me and I love it. So me in the same old way Consume death hoping destruction of agony; I reach for the unknown door with excess dripping off my lips, But I’m not there anymore to love or hate it. - Aficionado I was about commit suicide dat day, But i threw down my frustration on paper through this poem. I loved it and then crushed the paper in my palm. I knew dat i had to live, if not for anything else but to write more!