Oh how free my soul will be,

When soon death I shall see.

Will I be as free as the wind?

I do not know,

I do not care.

For no matter what comes after death,

Surely it must be better,

Better than the shackles of life.

What exactly us life?

I do not care to know.

I do not want to find meaning,

Nor purpose, nor place, nor belonging,

I just wanna give up.

It doesn't matter how,

Nor who cares,

I  not needed here.

Like a mantra in my head,

I've repeated for countless times,

I am a waste of space,

My existence is a mistake,

So part of me it became,

Quickly I believed.

Yes, I must end it all.

Like a play coming to an end ,

One final scene.