• I am not looking forward to the day when my body falls apart.
    I wonder what will fail me first, my hips, my back? my arms?
    when that day comes will i cry?.. It's so hard to picture the future
    My body frail, waiting for it's end. A image i can't bare .
    Will i be force to live?, my veins merged with wires, my warm heart replaced with cold steel. Driven mad by white walls , my life line pulsing me to sleep , spend my waking hours looking for somebody that will never come . My body forever forgetting the vibrations of movement .helpless , hopeless , Watching as the hand of time slowly ticks away. My eyes that will evenly loses their spark, begs for freedom I can no longer voice
    Will suicide be my only escape ?