Get out! Stay away from me. Or else, you too will get the disease
of hatred, anger, lust, and pride. Get away or else you'll also die.
Let me wallow in this pit of despair.
Because, deep down, I know you don't care.
And this love that you thought we had
was never real. Please don't be sad.
Just throw all your problems unto me. I'm the one who's going to be
alone for the rest of their days, staring into his eyes, his deadly gaze.
It's final now; I've been diagnosed. I have the condition I dreaded most.
Depression, they say, will be a hard battle. I can't go on with this tiresome travel.
My only friends are in my head,
since all the others believe me dead.
Leave me alone! Don't let me poison your mind
with thoughts of death and suicide.
If you ever catch this disease, you'll be with me on the stormy seas.
I long for death or some escape from his gaze filling me with hate.
My happiness has been taken from me, and I'll never get it back from the beast.
He let me go from his cold grasp. For once, I'll be at peace, at last.
Another one lost...
...hundreds left wondering...
...... is this the best choice?...
