Eternal dying (death of one’s soul) would be the last choice, though they are just words still. Not yet performable.

When all there is just flesh left, without life. Because there were too many stabbings, just too many times. Yearning for oblivion peeps, grant atleast this please. Begging while holding on to the edge. No nudging back into this life. The reasons are dislike and inability to go further with it anymore. There is nothing left to go further with. Just grant a trip to oblivion.

I wasn’t just a mockery to him, I think to quite a lot of people.