On myself is all these burdens
Even breathing itself is becoming one
Can you imagine that?
Having trouble doing something that is natural

My I do not know why to continue
Why to fight
Why to live
But I know I must

Death is something I no longer fear
It is no longer something I pray to avoid
I know my time will come some day
So why must I prolong fate

Bed covered in my tears
Breathing sporadically
My time has finally come hasn't it?
No I keep going

I am On My Death Bed