reasoning
i wish i could leave my body, dying without seeing the pain in their eyes as i lay limp.
i am already a robot. monotonous. i don't think they will tell the difference.
or maybe i want them to see me dead.
i want them to appreciate me more.
i want them to be hurt.
i want them to crumble at the sight of me. guttural scream.
dad says suicide is a selfish act.
it is.
and that is where i find it's purpose.
if i am to go down in pain
i'll bring you all with me.
