I thirst, but I cannot quench.
I hunger, but I cannot satisfy.
I exist, but I cannot die.
I've tried to pull the trigger.
I've tried to snap my neck.
I've tried to die, but yet, I live.
My body is rotted.
My mind is animalistic.
My soul is void of reason.
One person is to blame.
One person made me this way.
One person is all that truly needs to die.
Mercy.