Inside me nothing. I fade away.
My consciousness is more and more slow.
I hate myself, with all my heart.
I, doomed to exist, a fucking mistake.
I have made mistakes and will do more. I want to burn.
I don't want to be burden. Is gone my soul.
No, no, no, no. NOOOO! Do not surrender to the greatness of the Universe!
Mistakes are made all. So why don't I make a mistake?
After all without difficulties in any way. I feel the force!
Out of depression i need to wake.