My heart is filled with sorrows,
Deep turmoil and pain,
My soul tries to keep balanced,
On which it all is lain,

I feel I’m not so terribly bright,
Although feelings I don’t lack,
At least I have a heart and soul,
No matter that they’re black,

They scream for mercy good or bad,
And hurt they bring to me,
‘Trust in your self’ they say,
But the good in my self I cannot see,

I ask for help but pity is given,
But this I cannot use,
Through my fingers it runs like sand,
And all of which I lose,

So, avoid me if you must do,
But no monster am I,
Peace and hope is what I live for,
But it always seems to die,

Good intentions is what I bring,
But they always end up bad,
I’m not worthy of a pure soul,
For once a pure soul I had,

No trust in me can you have,
And blame I naught to you append,
But do not worry for I shall die,
When this life soon god will end.