Looking into a mirror, I see my beauty fading. My eyes are showing signs of age. Youth is fleeting and my bones ache. A soul that was once vigorous is now weary. My hair has lost it's luster and I get cold all of the time. The warm sun does little to give me comfort,the bright light hurts my eyes. Loud noises disturb me and I just want to sleep. What has come over me I cannot say. The doctor can find nothing wrong, and yet my spirit finds no joy in life. If nothing changes I will just waste away. Were it over quickly, it would be a blessing, but unless I can will myself to cease to exist, I will suffer a slow death as my spirit loses the will to live.