At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, existence is sorely overrated. How much you do and how long is remembered is equal to how easily you can be replaced.

Expendable; unnecessary and cannon fodder.

Words are less and actions are imitations. If the world is so small, why are we so keen on keeping it to ourselves?

Destroy it and turn it to dust, let it fill my lungs and choke me 'till I'm dead.

At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, death is exciting to me. What better reason to live than the exquisite promise of a demise.

Murdered; suicide or old age.

Days are just seconds that fill the hours of the only day I'm allowed to speak.

"Death brings me closer to peace."

As cruel it may be, one is teased with the thought of death an instant after birth.

Not allowed to act but only to wait for the person or the day that would do me the favor of doing me in.

Easier to lay underground than to deal with it everyday.

Jesus Herbert Christ. I gotta lighten up.

At least I'm far from where I was five months ago.