The night is bad

I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know

Nothing of life but death, despair, fear, and fatuous
Superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow...
Powerless, I can do nothing.
I struggle... to speak,
But no word comes out.
The glass is half empty.
Then I hold my breath...
I can go no further...
I am mad with rage.
But I refuse...
I would like to be there too and forget the war;
But it also repels me, it is so narrow,
How can that fill a man's life?
But what is the use [...] Life holds no more joy