Can I say my depression out aloud?
I am afraid that I will be short of words;
For, my own emotions cannot be found,
And my heart bleeds, stabbed by a thousand swords;

I don’t want for this eulogy to my emptiness:
To be long;
But I hope that all of you bear with me:
Because soon I will lose this symphony;
Its been years since I have happily sung a song;
For joy for me has become a blasphemy;

I hope the critics will forgive my technique;
I hope they will forgive me, for I cannot.