Finally I had found my purpose,
for the first time in my life I knew what I wanted:
I wanted to be dead,
and I had got my wish.
This is the night I died.
My veins rushing crystals,
my dream of release so close
yet I still feel the numb ache of life stalking me.
I was nearly free-
free from you,
from my sins.
Given over like a gift to the devil.
I never thought it would end like this but it feels weirdly right.
Almost like I was meant to die.
Like my only purpose is to die.
My life was built up so I can give others relief.
I'm dying.
Death is inevitable.
I was hurt but many will be glad,
I can't hurt them now.
‘My last wish’.
Words everyone has heard at least once whether it's in a game of what would you do
or talking about your grandmother's dying wish
but one way or another everyone has heard these 3 simple words.
But until you're dying you don't know what that would actually be.
Mine?
I wish for my story to be heard
and for my soul to be encapsulated in poems.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
Finally I had found my purpose,
for the first time in my life I knew what I wanted:
I wanted to be dead,
and I had got my wish.
This is the night I died.
My veins rushing crystals,
my dream of release so close
yet I still feel the numb ache of life stalking me.
I was nearly free-
free from you,
from my sins.
Given over like a gift to the devil.
I never thought it would end like this but it feels weirdly right.
Almost like I was meant to die.
Like my only purpose is to die.
My life was built up so I can give others relief.
I'm dying.
Death is inevitable.
I was hurt but many will be glad,
I can't hurt them now.
‘My last wish’.
Words everyone has heard at least once whether it's in a game of what would you do
or talking about your grandmother's dying wish
but one way or another everyone has heard these 3 simple words.
But until you're dying you don't know what that would actually be.
Mine?
I wish for my story to be heard
and for my soul to be encapsulated in poems.
Request permission to use this poem