I can't believe it. I let my worst enemy get away. He was the only thing standing between me and controlling the entire wizarding world. I cannot believe that I, Lord Voldemort, let Harry Potter beat me.
I think I might know why I let him kill me. Somewhere inside, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I had been shielding it from myself, my lust for power too strong to let any sympathy through. However, in those last few moments, when the elder wand had been trying to return to its true master and I knew I could stop it, I realized what I had done to the entire wizard world, and I let him kill me. I had realized that, if I didn't die, my need for power would come back.
I think that that final decision is why I am in a better place. That final decision is why I am able to tell you this now.