The Script of Life

To leave this world, to leave itself,
To tear nerves, to split my eyes.

I cannot live with pain.

My role always another.
The Script of life
Is not written in advance.
My life - something not important

What for it? Where to go?
Please, Death, take my soul take,

Paradise is not present,
There Is one hell.
So much ideas dragged back.

It is so much a hint to me not clear.
Happiness is no more nowhere

I have no reason
To live anymore.
For parents, I
A burden.
I can
Not even be

I hate own soul