Death comes for us all, eventually; no one here gets out alive.
Some, perhaps only the good, die young.
The rest of us must wait our turn.
If you’re broken, and tired, and you know that the best times of your life have come and gone, or if you no longer understand who you are, and why you’re here, you must wait your turn.
If you’re too afraid to take your own way out, or you know that leaving on your own terms would destroy those you love, you have to wait. Even if, ultimately, you cannot give up the hope that tomorrow will bring better things than today, when it never does, you still have to wait.
Death takes the ones we love, the taunts us by leaving us alive without them.
Sometimes, Death is kind of a real dick.