Im tired of life somedays i think about ending life for me. I wonder if the world would change without me. Why go on in life when there is nothing to live for. The pain. The sorrow is to much to take. My life is meaningless. I walk this lonesome road alone. And i will die the way i lived alone. Its a sad truth about life. We live together yet we die alone. What a existence. My life might as well be an ants. I walk and talk like everyone else. People with bleak minds enthrused in dark toils of anger claim supioriority over others. While we all dievequaly. Is that the meaning of death. To be forever equal after death?