While staring at the ceiling
 I was overwhelmed by the feeling
 I am certain that I am alone.
 And I thought about how vast this universe must be
 And why there's so much suffering in this world.
 And the only thing I have is a pen and this broken voice
 To scream into the nothing of this night.
 And I asked myself the question: do you ever think that you'll be saved?
 And I, I answered back:
 "No. Who the [bad word] do you think is going to save you now?
 When you can't love anything, especially yourself..."

 Then suddenly an indifference to this world
 And everything took over me.
 Because I thought that this would change over time
 But as usual I was wrong.
 Maybe this is why I can't breathe at night.
 And maybe this is why people cry:
 Because we're all a vast mistake that universe made when it unwillingly entered life.
 And if by chance you're one of the lucky ones, save yourself.
 Because the rest of us are doomed to a life of solitude.

 There is nothing left in this world for me.