I hate this body, this being, this person;
 an endless source of pain.
From depressions's deathlt grasp I rise and rise,
 yet topple down again.

A ruthless beating this soul has taken,
 for one was was so strong.
Where do weak and lowly ones turn
 when all their hope is gone?

Encouragement and praise, just hollows words,
 distant voices on the air.
No love can touch this heart so black,
 no compassion can be found there.
My life batter, bruised and burnt,
 no phoenix from these ashes can rise.
My mind will ever be my poison,
 peace and love seem distant lies.

Now I will sit and fade,
 my time has come to die.
Enjoy this world, this game of life,
 be a stronger player than I.