I can die and I will not care,
since I am already dead.
I feel empty, hollow and deep inside myself
you would hear the echo of silence itself.
Do not feel pity,
everybody is ashamed
of this very feeling
and they can let it go away,
but I am condemned,
tied forever to suffer more
and you can't imagine what is to come.
I'm slave of my own disgrace,
but there is no other way
I could spend the rest of these days.