Capturing the role which I have chosen a role, disgusting, who dies before this hope front of this blade, threw the final gesture hoping to change something the impact to the reality ...comes the final blow .. I take the bottle and the knife.... I lose all desire to do anything .... I dream of a better future.. when in fact I know it will not be so I hurt myself again and again and go deeper and deeper I fall deeper and deeper into this vicious circle go down more deeply, the more I realize that it is useless to go ahead throws in the towel and resign myself Crying and laughing behind this false mask that is melting Behind this loneliness ...... Behind this beloved loneliness....