Why does it always rain on me

When nothing goes right as the day passes
And bad accumulates upon bad,
My sanity wavers,
My head groggy,
And I would shudder into hiding,
Fall into this silent somber attitude of heightened senses
And politely low-esteemed morbid-ness.
Pain would clutch my heart-strings
A lump would form in my throat
I would not care much about
What would happen next and I would accept
Any coming fate with a silent taking.