To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler for the mind to suffer
The hurts and sorrows of never-ending life,
Or to surrender, to give in, to fall into darkness fore'ermore,
To let another take my place, that I might know peace;
To sleep, to die, to rest for once in far too many years
And to dream again! Oh! To have a chance at slumber
Be it even the kind from which I shall never again awake.
And yet, still I find myself clinging to life -
Oh, humanity! That you have changed me so!
So that all that is in me does yet cry out to live
To love, to breathe, to feel, to stay!
Though I am exhausted to the point of despair;
But it may not be; for my song is ending.
Within me I feel great sorrow,
The likes of which I have thus far, in all my too long life, ne'er known,
To face the knowledge that it shall all soon end -
Not just the bad, but all the good and the kind,
The joy, the peace, and the love,
Truly, that is suffering.
For so many years I have fought tooth and nail
To defend these people from the very brink of the abyss;
And yet they know it not!
When I am gone none shall care -
For indeed, none shall know.
But…there are those who will mourn;
Those who will look away in sorrow, and feel my passing;
My friends, you are the true reason I have fought for so long
And in the end, you are all that has held me here,
To this world, this time;
And I mourn even more for the pain that my passing will cause you.
A last chance, then - one chance to set things aright;
To say goodbye to those who accepted me,
Who helped me, nay! to those who loved me,
Even knowing who I am, what I am!…what I was…
Allons-y! Let it be thus!
May they not grieve too direly
Though in the end, there is but one thought left to me:
I don't want to go.