Le tumulte noir.

My feelings have died. Right in Saint Valentine and my feelings are dead. I thought I would be able to celebrate this great day with someone, but I fear it will not be able to be, no man wolf wants me. Jesus Christ got what he wanted. 
Around me, many people have boyfriends or girlfriends but me not. What I did wrong in this life?
At 22:50 last train passes, and I'm throwing myself on the tracks. What happens if I do? No one would miss me, and I'm sure my life in heaven would be much better than I am having now.
I would be with the man wolf who betrayed me every day enjoying fucking in bed as we did before. I would be with the French man wolf to fondle me, kiss me and says "Je T'aime" all the time, but I fear that none of this will happen.
I want to get on that train.