I beg to taste the feeling of death, to allow the darkness to enter my veins and freeze my blood stopping the circulation of my breath. I scream on the inside as I quietly wait for the date of my death (May 26th 2011) to come around.
I want to savor every pain emotionally and physically possible during those quiet last few moments. Just because you are alive does not mean you are fully living. In my point of view, it is the very last few seconds of your life in which you live the greatest. Those quick seconds slowly ticking your life away, you live, you break your chains of societies conformity, and finally live. But then, after you tasted freedom you die. Quite the irony in that. Through death, you find the spot in where you fully live.
I want to die. It is one of my biggest desires.Â I have truly never wanted anything more then to feel my heartbeat slowly come to a stop. Death is my reality. It is my dream, and I will do everything in my power to come to terms with it, on that specific date.Â Death would be my life’s victory. Death would be me.