Of a failed attempt at life,
I struggle to move on,
Too often convinced
It is best to give up,
For how much longer?
You who brought me into being,
And loved me till time's end,
Towards you my duties
remain shamefully unfulfilled.
My sisters, my blood;
If I leave you with a heavy heart,
Know a heart was too tired to carry on.
My friends, and little ones;
Grieve me not:
There shall be other things in other places
For charming momentary amusements.
And my unborn son;
Like you, my love shall remain,
Endlessly scattered in the smiles
Of the world's innocent children.