During my life, I never had enough time
To tell all that I wanted people to know...

There are some days when you cannot think,
You cannot cry, you cannot scream...

In all our lives there is a time
When death seems to be the only answer...

Why is life so full of complicated things,
Of work, hate, and worry, and the death it brings...

I have a wound.
A wound so deep, it may never stop bleeding...

The day you were born, life couldn't be better.
You had all you wanted, what you didn't went...

I do not know why, yet here I am living.
I don't understand, yet I am still here...