(TW: triggering topics)

People don’t understand how hard it is, to be burdened with such a responsibility as me. The bosses say it’s a noble job, stopping overpopulation, but to see the life drain out of a family’s eyes as they hear the pounding words, “I’m sorry for your loss.” To split two people in love, to take the life of a child. It’s like the cruel edge of a sword piercing my heart over and over until there’s nothing left in me. I try to pick bad people, people who don’t deserve life, but behind every bad person is a good person who genuinely cares.

Sometimes I feel like a bad person. To kill again, day after day. How am I better than any of the bad people? The ones who take lives from the innocents. Nobody understands, and I hope nobody ever will.