Take me away.
Let me go.
Would you hold captive what wants freedom?
I want out of here.
I'm done being a prisoner.
Is there a point in life, other than continuation of the species and then dying?
I think not.
It's what every other being on Earth does.
Why us, humans?
We're flawed.
Could it be that emotions are flaws?
It's how I feel.
Which contradicts itself.
If I feel feelings are flawed, then it's flawed to feel that feelings are flaws.
The natural order.
We are born.
We mature.
We reproduce.
We nurture the young.
We grow old.
And then we die.
The cycle repeats itself until life goes extinct.
We give ourselves un-warranted self-importance.
We're just animals.
Animals with technology.
And that's our undoing.
But I'm getting off point.
Let me go.
I'm tired of this.
I want out.
Take me away.
Why is there torment in life?
Is there life in torment?
Send me free.
Somebody, anybody.
Anything.
Let me go.
Die.
We all just need to die.
We're all flawed, we're terrible beings.
We destroy our world.
We need to die.
Let me be the first.