It'll get better..

Oh really? How is that supposed to happen? When you've seen dream after dream go up in smoke. Everything you care about is gone. Everyone you care about is dead. How is it f-ing supposed to get any better.

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem...

A temporary problem? I've had to fight every f-ing day of my whole life for the right to exist. How is that a temporary problem.

You've got so much to live for..

You can f-ing have it.

Life is sacred...

That's a joke. There are places on the planet that will have you shot and charge your family for the bullet. America is more subtle about destroying life but its the same game.

You hurt your loved ones...

You mean the parasites that suck the life out of you?

In the end what is there left to hang onto? Love? Hope? Those things are dust and ashes. What do you hold onto in the dark of a sleepless night when everything is gone?

Hate and Rage. The rage for revenge. The hope of causing pain and misery to your mortal enemies. The chance to live to piss on their graves. The possibility that through guile and treachery one day you'll get to see the look in their eyes when you put the blade between their ribs and twist it.

That's enough for now.