Irony

It's hard to believe how much of my life
I've spent praying and wishing for death.
Yet, now that I have no other choice
I beg and plead with every dying breath.
I use to dream of harming myself
Of my life draining from my wrists
Now that death is a guarantee
Those night terrors have been dismissed
I wonder now, as my lungs blacken
How much time truly remains?
How much longer can my heart
Pump the blood within these veins?
Ah well, I guess wishes really do come true
And, God answers all prayers in time
But, why, of all the pleas from earth
Did he choose now to answer mine?