Defeated. Destroyed. Crushed. Ruined. Enveloped in that relentless feeling of uselessness to the world. I give in. I'm throwing in the towel, there's nothing left. No more can I take what's been thrown at me. I feel used up, so might as well just throw me out, like an old piece of machinery that has long served its purpose. I'm nothing more than a scrap anymore. I lose, time and time again. I can't seem to win anything, anymore. So I give in. I surrender. Just get me out of here. Take me away. I don't care where. It doesn't matter. As long as I can escape from the horrid torture of this mechanical routine of pain that we call life. Please just stop. The words, the fists, the dying... everything needs to stop. Bring it all to a halt, so we can walk away in the midst of all the pain. So we can drift on by as if it weren't happening at all. Why don't you follow me? Come along, I'll show you what the real world is like. But, be warned. You will not like what you see.