Please Let Me Die... Poem by A Kal

Please let me die so that I may live
Please won’t you kill me?
I’ve done all I want to do
I’ve hurt all the people who I want to hurt
So please end my life so that I may begin again
Begin before I was born
Let me live in a time where you are nothing in it
Because you are the reason why I want to die
All because of you
I’m blaming you for my death. And people will do the same. All people who see you will know. There will be no running from it. You may run but not hide; I will catch you in your dreams. You can’t run in your dreams. Running is pointless; I will catch you in the end. When I catch you I will make it worse than ever before.
So please, kill me so that I can haunt you to the End of the Earth
Take this knife I am offering you and stab me in the heart
You know you want to end my life. I can see it in your eyes, your breathing, your clenching jaw that has become attached to your teeth
Do it before I make you. Kill me so that I don’t have to see you or the Pain I caused myself and others. I can still see their faces as I cause them Pain that will never leave them. Their faces haunt me. They have haunted me to my grave. I shall not out last them in life but I will see them. Someday, someday, I will cause them even more Pain than they have caused me
Once I am dead, I shall have freedom, freedom to haunt all those faces that continue to haunt me. Since those faces haunt me, I will continue the favor, I will haunt them in their dreams, and I will haunt them to their graves such as they have done me.
So please, kill me so that I don’t have to see all those people who have haunted me for the longest time.
Won’t you kill me? Don’t you want me to have freedom, the freedom no one has and will never have? I’m better of dead than alive. Am I worth more dead than alive, I think so. Once I am dead, you won’t waste food on a person destined to die. I have been gulfing down your precious food and watch day your food and each day your food supply steadily decreases.
Please, won’t you kill me? Please, I’m begging you, kill me. I no longer have a reason to live. My only reason to live is to cause other people Pain and I have done all I wanted to do.
Give me freedom, that freedom that you will never have. The freedom to haunt all people who have haunted me in the Past, Present, and Future. I will haunt anyone, even the people who I don’t know
So, Please, kill me I am on my knees, begging you
Please take the knife and stab me in the heart, make it slow, make it painful, make it equal and surpass the amount of Pain that I have caused you and others.