Anxiety: Thus, I end my worries.
Loneliness: I wonder, will I be mourned?
Love: Remember me. I am never truly gone.
Humanity: I have been dead for a while.
Art: My paint is dry, my ink is fading.
Poetry: My verses no longer rhyme; I bid thee adieu, it is my time.
Prose: Consider this my epilogue.
Dance: My limbs no longer hear the music calling.
Music: This is my cadence.
Theatre: The curtains must always fall on cue.
War: I have taken several lives; it is time I gave one.
Humour: Solemnity will be the death of me.
Anger: After all I have ruined, it is time I destroy myself.
Lies: I can protect you no more.
Suicide: I cannot take another.