If I was able to accurately communicate the nature and severity of my pain. Or if the monsters who call themselves the human race had a heart. Then I’d never ever need to fight for my death and neither would anyone else. The legalisation of assisted suicide and the establishment of the right to die are based on despising the existence of unbearable suffering. This hatred should flow freely from their core but at the core of the being of the monsters who call themselves the human race there’s only evil and more evil. So after all the suffering they dealt me I must fight for my death.