My End Poem by Laura arwen

My end is
coming soon because
the society hates
a pure artist
My real home
is the peaceful
paradise
Everybody wants my
death because my
group is selfish
and insensitive
Maybe I win
on my end
I want my
end because I
live in an
indifferent world
I must die
soon because nobody
wants that I
can be rich
easier
The end is
a bad word
but for me
is a word
to comfort
I want my
end because I
don't belong at
this world
My end is
a relief for
the bad people
My existence is
a crime and
a nobility
It is unacceptable
to plan the
own end
Sometimes to think
the own end
makes fear
My end isn't
a tragedy
I'm forced to
think my end
It's a sacrifice
and I'm obliged
to write a
will
My end came
and it stopped
my tortures
My end is
connected at my
past because
I'm a terrible
and deadly bullet