I'm burning, ablaze with anger and truth.

I scream that this is the end;

I'm ready to break the vicious circle.

Life is unfair, yes, life is unfair and cruel.

It finishes me off every day, doesn't let me raise my head.

Bloody convulsions drive me crazy at night.

A desperate cry: "I want to stop it all, I've had enough, stop!"

This nightmare has penetrated so deeply into my mind;

what should I do? Only the abyss ahead and darkness.

The pain devours me from within, doesn't let me take a breath.

Maybe it's time to stop it all, has the time come to stop this hell?

The nightmares have become closer than they once were.

This hell has settled in our home; I don't believe it.

I no longer have the strength to hold the line.

I've lost everything, destroyed everything;

it's time to accept reality.

I look around – oh my God, what have I done?

I scream into the void – a silent scream into nowhere.

I want to leave! I want to run! I can't do this anymore!

I stumble over my own shadows,

they have become longer and thicker than ever.

They haunt me even on the brightest days,

reminding me of my mistakes, of my helplessness.

Every breath is difficult,

as if I'm trying to breathe through thick water.

Water in which I'm drowning, choking on my own pain.

I'm looking for a way out, looking for at least some thread

to grab onto to get out of this abyss of despair.

But there is only darkness around,

only the echo of my own screams,

which return to me amplified and distorted,

like a mockery.

I remember how I dreamed, how I made plans,

how I believed in the best.

Where is all this now?

It crumbled to dust, carried away by the wind,

only ashes remained on my palms.

I no longer have the strength to hold the line.

I've lost everything, destroyed everything;

it's time to accept reality.

I look around – oh my God, what have I done?

I scream into the void – a silent scream into nowhere.

I want to leave! I want to run! I can't do this anymore!

Every new day is just a repetition of yesterday's nightmare.

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding wildly,

and thoughts swarm in my head about how to fix everything,

how to return to my previous life.

But I know that this is impossible.

The past cannot be returned, and the future seems only

a continuation of this endless hell.

Sometimes it seems to me that I hear a whisper,

quiet and ominous.

It calls me, beckons me to the edge of the abyss,

promises deliverance from pain.

I cover my ears, try to drown out this voice,

but it penetrates me, poisons my mind.

I'm afraid that one day I'll give in,

that one day I'll take a step into that abyss, toward oblivion.

I no longer have the strength to hold the line.

I've lost everything, destroyed everything;

it's time to accept reality.

I look around – oh my God, what have I done?

I scream into the void – a silent scream into nowhere.

I want to leave! I want to run! I can't do this anymore!

But somewhere deep inside, where

the spark of hope still glimmers,

I hear another voice.

A voice that tells me

that I am stronger than I think.

A voice that reminds me of those who love me,

of those who need me.

And I cling to that spark, to that voice,

like a drowning man to a straw.

I know it will be a long and difficult road,

but I have to try.

I have to find the strength to live on, no matter what.