Depression swept over me like a blanket of despair,
My soul has become empty because no one would care.
Why do I feel like I am a failure in life?
Maybe I will slit my own throat with a knife?
No, I will not end my life on this eve to come,
That would be stupid, if not just plain dumb.
It seems that nothing matters anymore,
And all life has been a blood-sucking whore.
So, fine. I made it through yet another year of anger and strife,
Thus we will enter yet another year of my fucked up life.