But think of it this way, lad. You're a lass who've just been raped. You feel like trash, you just want to die. Death seems the sweetest thing in the world to you. Everyone seems to know, they all look at you differently, they whisper, they know. Emotional scars, physical scars. Sometimes being raped leaves you just as an empty shell - the feeling that life is not worth living anymore is overwhelming enough that some go ahead and end it then and there.
Murder, maybe short and quick, maybe long and drawn out has an inevitable finale. The person will die. The person will no longer be in this world, but perhaps the next one to look on and watch.
Those are my points. Life is precious, I know. But in my opinion, murder and consequently death may be a little better than a life of depression and hate not only for yourself but for all.
Call me odd, but I prefer it short and sweet, thanks.