Living while dying,
Or living and trying?
Watching and waiting

Nothing but relying
On the medication that is prying
My body, and slowing disintegrating

The pain spreading
My mother’s eyes don’t stop crying
Witnessing the agony I’m creating

My family huddled around but no one is understanding
That this pain is mine alone
All I can do is lay in bed dreading

The light comes closer and I am debating
I am tired right down to my bones
Should I try or comply

With the wishes that my family is stating  
Asking myself If I will die alone
Or survive with the scars of trying