I lie in my bed, machines surround me.
Does life beat death in this fear-filled reality?
The plants by my bed on the dull chest of drawers,
Droop like my soul through these hospital wars.
Could this be it-the last page of my story?
The end of my road but the start of purgatory?

The woman comes in, can i do this again?
Just as usual, an air of sorrow descends.
‘Your iron is too high’
‘There's not an oxygen supply’
I’m sick and I’m tired of playing this game,
My tears are flowing, they’re curling the page.

Is it bad that I want this to be the end?
How to go on I can’t comprehend.
Day in day out the same shaking ink,
My motive seeping out-is it time to rethink?
‘It’s all in your head’ - then does it matter if I’m dead?
You let me live- inside I die.
But my friends, my family-how do I say goodbye?

The last page of my life yet it's not been too long.
I preach to stay fierce yet I couldn’t stay strong.
Tell my mother I loved her, that my friends kept me here
But it's not all as easy as it sometimes appears.
To turn the machines off, to end my short tale
It's definitely been a journey-I give one final exhale…

Goodbye.