Complications describe me. I break at the smallest pain. I pretend to be tough but I ain’t. I’m tougher. I cry for the worthy and the worthless alike. I want to help the poor but I can’t even feed my own family. I love, but I fail at it every single time. Complications describe me. You think you can help, but you think wrong. I’ve only myself to blame. I can’t blame the Sun for being too hot or for hiding under the clouds for no apparent reason. I can’t blame you for being there. I blame myself. I can’t blame you for leaving. I blame everyone else. I’m all out of experiences to share. I’m all out of life. Can you spare me some?