It's hard to imagine yourself in pain, but once you are already being hit by the urge to die there's no way out of it. Every second that passes is wasted by me contemplating my life, and here is my final result: there's nothing to live for anymore. My parents are dead, along with my sister. They're living beneath the ground that we walk on; that I walk on. How could I do that to them? How can I move forward knowing that they are dead and I'm not? It just doesn't seem fair to me.