Feeling plain bad

I am really going through a hard time I doubt this poem does justice to my feelings

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