Today I am without knowing,

today i'm just for pain

I have neither love or friendship today

today I need

to rip my heart out

and put it under my bed, forever keeping It safe.

Today that dry thorn turns green,

today is the mourning day of my kingdom,

today dismayed unload my chest

discouraged lead.

I can't with my heart.

And I seek companionship within my journals

looking fondly at the knives,

distracting myself with others' words,

and I think of the highest bells

for a clear head fall.

My mind nevertheless turned dark

If not why? 

I do not know why,

my heart would write one last letter

I would ink from my heart

a source of syllables, goodbyes and gifts,

and there you stay, the world would say.

I was born on a bad month.

I only have one penalty

that is worth more than all the joy.

A love left me with my arms down

and I cannot wish them more.

Don't you see how disappointed my mouth is,

how unhappy are my eyes?

The more I contemplate myself, the sadder I become:

cut this pain with what scissors?

Yesterday, tomorrow, today

suffering for everything

my heart, melancholy vessel,

killer of dying nightingales.

I have a lot of heart.

Today, be discouraged,

I am the heartiest of women,

and for the most, the most hateful.