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Chapter IV

Is life just another test to prove me wrong?
Is this never-ending struggle just another lie?
Are these shitty feelings just another fairytale of happiness?
Are these scars real or just another open wound?
Are these people real or just ghosts in the wind?
Is this a fork or a knife? - the blood seems real.
This knife seems to kindly touch my skin.
This is dying not living.
This is the border between life and death.
Only death is real.
Strangle me. Stab me to death.
Poison my scars.
Death is so profane.
Death is what I hunger to experience.
A lifeless body with a soul rotten of wasted years,
In this they call life.
So I kneel before you,
A never-ending wish as I beg you,
To end my life.
Fool... why are you so weak?
Why can you not do what I dare not?
Cut my wrists. Poison my scars.
What keeps you from ending my life?
Do not pity me as this is what I long for.
I give up. Caressed by this shitty life.
I must find strength within this grim body of mine.
Searching in this open wound called a soul
I find enough strength to cut my wrists.
But it isn't enough.
Nothing shall ease this long awaited pain.
Some pure alcohol should definitely make the blood run quicker
And make the pain bigger.
A final attempt to make my death honourable;
I drag myself outside to die in public
Hopefully giving these humans trauma.
What a lifeless body...
 
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Poglavlje IV

Da li je zivot samo jos jedan test da bi mi dokazao da nisam upravu?
Da li je ova beskrajna muka samo jos jedna laz?
Da li su ova usrana osecanja samo jos jedna bajka o sreci?
Da li su ovi oziljci pravi ili samo jos jedna otvorena rana?
Da li su ovi ljudi stvarni ili samo duhovi u vetru?
Da li je ovo viljuska ili noz? - Krv izgleda stvarno.
Izgleda da ovaj noz ljubazno dodiruje moju kozu.
Ovo je umiranje a ne zivljenje.
Ovo je granica izmedju zivota i smrti.
Jedino je smrt stvarna.
Zadavi me. Izbodi me na smrt.
Otruj moje oziljke.
Smrt je tako necista.
Smrt je ono za cim gladujem i sto zelim da iskusim.
Bezivotno telo sa trulom dusom potrosenih godina,
U ovome sto oni zovu zivot.
Tako da, ja klecim pred tobom,
Beskrajna zelja dok te molim,
Da okoncas moj zivot.
Budalo... zasto si tako slab?
Zasto radis ono sto se ja ne usudjujem da uradim?
Preseci mi zglobove na rukama. Otruj moje oziljke.
Sta te sprecava da okoncas moj zivot?
Ne sazaljevaj me zato sto je ovo za cim zudim.
Predajem se, Milovan od strane ovog usranog zivota.
Moram da nadjem snagu u ovom mom razjarenom telu.
Tragam unutar ove otvorene rane koja se zove dusa
I pronalazim dovoljno snage da presecem svoje zglobove.
Ali to nije dovoljno.
Nista ne sme da ublazi ovaj dugo ocekivani bol.
Neki cist alkohol bi definitivno ucinio da krv tece brze
I da ucini bol vecim.
Poslednji pokusaj da moja smrt bude casna;
Vucem sebe napolje da bih umro u javnosti
Nadajuci se da cu ovim ljudima zadati traumu.
Kakvo bezivotno telo...
 
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