• i am dying
    day by day i die
    this disease
    it will kill in a matter of months
    this disease which can not be cured

    why
    why must i die
    when i have not even lived life to the fullest
    when i don't even have a choice

    if i shall die
    it wouldn't be by my sickness
    it shall be by my own doing

    take a gun to my head
    put a blade to my wrist
    these are the ways i will go
    not due to this disease

    i have chosen
    to take my own life
    then have it be taken against my will


    as i look around
    i see faces
    the faces of those i love
    the faces that support me

    i say goodbye to those faces
    i say thank you for everything

    that night
    i will kill myself
    it is not that i hate life
    i just want to die by my own doing