I am depressed,

but impressed with the world of haters,

I am not good,

but not the worst,

I was hated for no reason,

Like the rain with no season,

I hurt myself,

I ruined myself,

I hope that someday the Sun will rise,

But I was at the verge of my death,

I see, I hear, I speak of my reality,

They say you can't,

But this time I say goodbye,

I say thanks to all who hated me, for giving me death at last,

I hope the day will come when I die with a flower on my tomb,

The night reminds me of my scars which gleam like stars,

Glitter on my skin shines and that dream will revive,

I hope the day will come when I say goodbye to the bad ones,

I hope the day will come when I see the night come...