I can't face to solar world, 
I'm too weak, 
melancholy buried the will. 
Razors balance my swings, 
blood takes away the weight of existence. 

Depressive emotions, anxiety, negativism, 
a time to mourning and bleeding arrived. 
Heart groans, life is pain. 
I fell into the sadness, without strength. 

Scars stay as a silent remembrance, 
as a picture of my painful soul.