It's the last day

How much sorrow, how many wounds.

What a tragedy happened, well.

Why is life destroying me so?

Why? Maybe you, God, know the answer.

Maybe it's the last day

when I can laugh

for soon my voice

as silent as the world at night.

How is that possible, they said

that it's not possible, however.

I did it, I drowned in the bathtub.

I used to love life but not now.